Luyện nghe bài hát Game On

You've got eyes
Locked and loaded that smile
Fire, shoot, aim all dialed,
of the dice
All these girls
All noise, drama
entice me, no
But hit that switch low
Ima you feel ghost
the pace
Your will break
a case of liquor
Without a to chase, yeah
No mistakes,
game

No were not fucking but Ill let your bate you
Master of my craft, pic to masturbate to
I dont you, I aint even know you exist
Coming out the woodwork, pretending that friends
Aint it funny, aint it
One minute you dont me, next you swearing that you love me
Week from now, steady aiming at my music with a
Tearing my pedestal, that shit for the fun of it
All these biddy blogging whores, makeup pouring out their
Smellin like perfume & cum
I know you always wanted more but never did the work to it come.
All my GED drop outs looking at cop outs, swearing they holdin you down
Steady blamin on the weather or the lack of better
Look at me now & Try to say its circumstance foul, out of bounds
Never had shit to stich it a rusty needle
a record made of hand-me-downs