Luyện nghe bài hát Gametime

Running the white line
Drumming up a
Throwing a tirade
Along a spider
And sat down beside her and
you got to trade?

My raison d'ette is back summer
As as you can take the heat
Well, it's

Bottom feeders and cheaters
Busting feminine riches
Who could resist perfect kiss
But I don't need to rip these
All her norths are going
Shame it followed by her mouth
it's gametime

Running low on angels to carry this weight
Too much rhyme and not much
And too on my plate

Raised from two in blue
But we know dog don't hunt
Bleeding red in the corner from ol' Jack
The only to do is punt

ventured is nothing spent
But you can bend far enough to pay the rent
it's gametime

Walking that fire
Just to keep from cold
The pitch is and getting higher
Hope my luck still

Off the chain with barrels pointed
Channeling Brown
Clean, and double-jointed
Arguing the way down

Nobody here's seen nothing it
I believe they've got a
And gametime

And on, it's gametime

Yeah,