Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck I'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the
No need to pull strings things get done
To have you at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a tounge
Slid off like a
Tryin to build an 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 louder than
And pussy faster than birds
So I gotta keep a
On the you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a
I it bangin to the end of the line
When a think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
'cause my is harder than bricks
Anything to it movin 'cause it's harder to hit

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

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

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