Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't around I'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things get done
To you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a false
off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the
So either have love for the game or leave it
Plus action louder than words
And move faster than birds
So I gotta keep a
On the street you slip, and you might a hot one
Xzibit stay low and back like a shotgun
I keep it to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is with mine, it's divine
'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
it movin to the end of the line
And action louder than words
And pussy move faster than
keep a gameface
(xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it to the end of the line
And action louder than words
And move faster than birds
Gotta a gameface

Verse 2: ras
Men must be either or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga something
Trust no one and die
Drained ya battery you barely like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll little kim blush
As if, a 98 didn't tempt me
To lay over this empty
But my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang like in nooses
While you groupies all your loochie
I'm known for fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, severe yet
The full time fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got more than a locksmith
What part of the game is
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The in that order, the mortar over populated
Get and orally copulated
And all you on some you owe me an apology shit
Can yo apology out my dick

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