Luyện nghe bài hát Gametime

Running the white line
up a pastime
Throwing a pink
Along a spider
And sat beside her and said
What you got to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Off the with both barrels pointed
Channeling Brown
Clean, anointed and
Arguing the whole way

Nobody seen nothing like it
I believe got a point
And it's

And it's on, it's

Yeah,