Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around I'll break you in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the
No need to strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit never speak wit a false
Slid off like a
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my
I never like to business over the phone
So have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak than words
And pussy move than birds
So I keep a gameface
On the you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin is fuckin with mine, it's divine
'cause my is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin 'cause harder to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be either tramp or the
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch
Trust no one and die
Drained ya battery you talking like teddy ruxpin
See wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my conscience permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in
While you groupies all your loochie
I'm known for fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The full titan fighting three million over night thugs
So your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
Don't rock shit, hustlers
Claimin' got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the is this
round, give me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the mortar populated
Get fucked and copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology
Can yo apology out my dick

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the black niggas, the yak
The part time strippers,slash time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these streets
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they together
Still smokin, drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And style so sick, the car start stinking