Luyện nghe bài hát Game On

You've got eyes
Locked and loaded like that
Fire, shoot, aim all dialed,
Roll of the
All these girls
All that noise,
Dont me, no
But hit that switch low
Ima make you ghost
the pace
Your hearts break
a case of liquor
Without a fight to chase,
No mistakes,
game

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