Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around I'll break you in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's the pace
No need to strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a
to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I never to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or it alone
Plus action speak louder than
And pussy move faster than
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 it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
'cause my family is harder than
Anything to it movin 'cause it's harder to hit

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

2: ras kass
Men must be either tramp or the
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga something
Trust no one and die
Drained ya battery you barely talking like teddy
See wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make little kim
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my conscience wouldn't me
I'm one-third black man, one-third jackie
One-third sand, across the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all your
I'm known for fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The time titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you stop shit
Don't rock shit, studio
Claimin' they got keys than a locksmith
What of the game is this
round, give me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the mortar over
Get and orally copulated
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 time strippers,slash time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they together
Still smokin, drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And so sick, the whole car start stinking