Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around I'll break you in the hours of h
All these l.a motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things get done
To have you at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a
Tryin to build an empire to to my grandson
I never to talk business over the phone
So either have for the game or leave it alone
action speak 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 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 than bricks
Anything to keep it movin it's harder to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
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 teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't me
To lay over this empty
But consequently my conscience permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third jackie
One-third sand, shiftin the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts like niggas in nooses
While you groupies all your loochie
I'm known for hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, severe yet
The full time titan fighting three over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got keys than a locksmith
What part of the is this
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 suck yo apology out my

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the niggas, the yak sippers
The time strippers,slash full 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 shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And style so sick, the whole car stinking