Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

Hey yo, chuck, yo the if sleepin', G
We got to everybody up yo
Hey yo, it's down, baby
Let everybody know how it's down, baby

The way this goes is simple, from this day forth
Anything to deal with rap, off
It's just the players, no pay offs, skills
(Uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll stick to your
And this ain't about sellin' a mil'
With the run of the mill, so just be tellin' the
It ain't like a third fella's appeal
'Til the God scolds him and tells him to

I'll allow you to write, maybe allow you to
If you're down to fight the power here's the to fight
the mic, hit the crowd with the bomb diggy
Ring the alarm, now the squads me
From way I show now weakness when I speak this
Mentally strong to keep this hit in my speeches
Now listen from the 'til I reach the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I wake up everyday my game face on
You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I wake up everyday my game face on

Break than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast in the game, they follow my speed
Either off the gas or floor it
You ain't ready to get it, I dunno why they keep for it
This the P.E., ain't no castin' for it
Cop lights, news camera, no for it
Get the raw, we somewhat sure
Hip like a chess game, discussin' the war

Strategize, move like
When it's go and your do', just cash mine
Last time we welcomed y'all to the dome
the mic to reach out and touch, instead of the phone
I appear the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they it by ear
But here's the way I lay the
From this point on, the of '98, put it in high gear

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We ain't for the
We for the
I wake up with my game face on
You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We ain't for the
We for the
I wake up everyday my game face on

I saw it comin', premeditated domination hesitated
Rough nuclear war head, detonate it
I'm forbidden, so I stay up forgiven
For the livin' the truth, 360 proof
So world look this world's took
I curl under my arm
Smoke charm and about this world's chucks
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold versus the pearl
The album made the world crooks

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', ideas
Believe in reason for treason, conceal it for years
My criminal thing attract an to grub something
Results drastic
And the death of joy, the death of treasure
From the abyss, the trick I played on the world
Was leadin' them to my mother's clit didn't exist
Then I extended the
Revolutioned flag raised by a clenchin' fist

Yeah right, once again
Smooth the hustler, and he no crowd buster
Straight up Iceberg
Yo, baby, you need to get him
Flava flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, the hustle
We out the back door,