Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the
No need to pull things still get done
To have you at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a false
off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my
I never like to talk over the phone
So either love for the game or leave it alone
Plus speak louder than words
And move faster than birds
So I keep a gameface
On the you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back a shotgun
I it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, divine
'cause my family is harder than
Anything to keep it movin 'cause harder to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga something
no one and die dumping
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 kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't me
To lay over this empty
But my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm black man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the
state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all loochie
I'm known for hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, yet loved
The full time titan fighting million over night 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 of the game is this
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The in that order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and orally
And all you chumps on 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 fifty buck
I got athletes feet,we run these streets
cleets, ain't nothing sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get shit together
Still smokin, drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And style so sick, the car start stinking