Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the of h
All these l.a times keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get
To have you at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a false
Slid off a handgun
Tryin to an empire to pass to my grandson
I like to talk business over the phone
So have love 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
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 with mine, it's divine
'cause my family is than bricks
Anything to it movin 'cause it's harder to hit

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

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

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the black niggas, the yak
The part strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete
Sporting cleets, nothing sweet
(xzibit)
I'm rappers get they shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And style so sick, the whole car stinking