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 goin' down,

The way this goes down is simple, from day forth
to deal with rap, stay off
It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly
(Uh)
If brain's the same you'll stick to your deals
And this ain't about sellin' a mil'
With the run of the mill, so just be tellin' the
It ain't like a time fella's 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 fight the power the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the with the bomb diggy
the alarm, now the squads with me
From way I show now weakness when I speak this
Mentally to keep this hit in my speeches given
Now listen from the beginnin' I reach the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the spinnin'

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 for the fame
We for the
I up everyday with my game face on

Break harder ever, follow my lead
Through the lane in the game, they follow my speed
ease off the gas or floor it
You ready to get it, I dunno why they keep askin' for it
the real P.E., ain't no castin' for it
Cop lights, camera, no action 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', just mine
time we welcomed y'all to the terror dome
Used the mic to reach out and touch, instead of the
I appear from the rear, stayin' from
Nobody can say if I'm so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the
From this point on, the rest of '98, put it in gear

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 with my game on

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

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', stealin'
in pleadin' reason for treason, conceal it for years
My criminal thing attract an accomplice to grub
drastic measures
And the death of joy, the death of treasure
the abyss, the greatest trick I played on the world
Was leadin' them to my mother's clit didn't exist
I extended the list
Revolutioned every raised by a clenchin' fist

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