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 how it's goin' down, baby

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

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

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

harder than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, follow my speed
ease off the gas or floor it
You ain't ready to get it, I dunno why keep askin' for it
This the real P.E., ain't no for it
Cop lights, camera, no action for it
Get the raw, we somewhat sure
Hip hop's like a chess game, the war

Strategize, move masterminds
When your go and your do', just cash mine
Last time we welcomed to the terror dome
Used the mic to reach out and touch, of the phone
I from the rear, stayin' from clear
can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But the way I lay the idea
From this point on, the of '98, put it in high gear

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

I saw it comin', premeditated domination hesitated
Rough this war head, detonate it
I'm forbidden, so I hittin' up forgiven
For givin' the the truth, 360 proof
So world look before world's took
I books under my arm
Smoke charm and learn about this world's
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold the pearl hooks
The album made the world crooks

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

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