Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't around I'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times keepin 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 a handgun
Tryin to build an to pass to my grandson
I never to talk business over the phone
So either have for the game or leave it alone
Plus action louder than words
And move faster than birds
So I keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick 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
my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin 'cause harder to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be either or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, power, nigga touch something
no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you talking like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a
Say some so nasty, it'll make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay over this empty
But consequently my conscience permit me
I'm one-third man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, across the surface of the land
Golden warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin all your loochie
I'm for fucking hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, severe yet
The full time titan three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
Don't rock shit, hustlers
Claimin' got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is
round, give me the mic, the money
The in that order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and orally
And all you on some you owe me an apology shit
Can suck yo apology out my

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