Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck I'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the
No need to strings things still get done
To you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a tounge
off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my
I never like to talk over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it
Plus action speak louder words
And move faster than birds
So I keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might a hot one
stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's
'cause my family is harder than
to keep it movin 'cause it's harder to hit

(ras kass)
Only right I fuck wit you you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the
And action speak louder words
And pussy move than birds
Gotta keep a
(xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you when you wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the
And action speak louder words
And pussy move faster birds
Gotta a gameface

2: ras kass
Men be either tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, power, nigga touch something
Trust no one and die
Drained ya battery you talking like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make little kim
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay over this empty
But consequently my wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third chan
One-third sand, shiftin the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all loochie
I'm known for hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, severe yet
The full time titan fighting three million night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you stop shit
Don't rock shit, studio
Claimin' got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the is this
round, give me the mic, the money
The in that order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and orally
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology
Can suck yo apology out my

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the niggas, the yak sippers
The part strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run contrete streets
cleets, ain't nothing sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, thru in a lincoln
And style so sick, the whole car stinking