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 the pace
No need to pull things still get done
To you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a false
Slid off like a
Tryin to an empire to pass to my grandson
I never to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it
Plus action speak than words
And pussy move faster than
So I keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might a hot one
stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, divine
'cause my family is than bricks
Anything to keep it movin 'cause harder to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be either or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch
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 over this empty
But consequently my conscience wouldn't me
I'm one-third black man, one-third jackie
sand, shiftin across 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 fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, severe yet
The full titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your 'cause you can't stop shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the is this
round, give me the mic, the money
The pussy in order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and orally
And all you on some 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 time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run contrete streets
cleets, ain't nothing sweet
(xzibit)
I'm rappers get they shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And style so sick, the car start stinking