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 goin' down, baby

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

I'll allow you to write, allow you to bite
If you're down to the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd the bomb diggy
the alarm, now the squads with me
From way back I show now weakness I speak this
strong to keep this hit in my speeches given
Now listen from the beginnin' 'til I 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 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 game on

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

Strategize, like masterminds
When it's your go and your do', cash mine
Last time we welcomed to the terror dome
Used the mic to out and touch, instead of the phone
I from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they 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 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 game on

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

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', ideas
in pleadin' reason for treason, conceal it for years
My criminal thing 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
I extended the list
Revolutioned every flag raised by a fist

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