Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

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

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 like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my wouldn't permit me
I'm black man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my hang like niggas 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 fighting three million over night
So keep your, out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got more keys a locksmith
What of the game is this
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The pussy in order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an shit
Can suck yo out my dick

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