Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be either or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, touch something
no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't a fuck
Say some so nasty, it'll make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay bullshit over empty
But consequently my wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third chan
One-third sand, across the surface of the land
state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all your
I'm known for hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum you can't stop shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is
Bonus round, 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 black niggas, the yak
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and buck slippers
I got feet,we run these contrete streets
Sporting cleets, ain't sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they together
smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And so sick, the whole car start stinking