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 down is simple, from this day forth
to deal with rap, stay off
It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly
(Uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll stick to deals
And this ain't about sellin' a mil'
With the run of the mill, so just be the real
It ain't like a third time appeal
'Til the God scolds him and him to deal

I'll you to write, maybe allow you to bite
If you're down to the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the diggy
Ring the alarm, now the squads me
From way back I 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 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 game on
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

Break harder than ever, follow my
the fast lane 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 askin' for it
This the real P.E., no castin' for it
Cop lights, news camera, no for it
Get the uncut raw, we sure
Hip hop's like a chess game, the war

Strategize, move masterminds
When it's your go and your do', cash mine
Last we welcomed y'all to the terror dome
Used the mic to reach out and touch, instead of the
I appear the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the
From point on, the rest 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 up everyday 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 with my face on

I saw it comin', world domination hesitated
this nuclear war head, detonate it
I'm forbidden, so I stay hittin' up
For givin' the livin' the truth, 360
So world look before this world's
I books under my arm
Smoke charm and learn about world's chucks
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold versus the pearl
The first album made the crooks

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

that's right, once again
Smooth the hustler, and he ain't no crowd
Straight up slim
Yo, baby, you to get with him
Flava flav, Chuck D, Enemy, smooth the hustle
We out the back door,