Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't around I'll break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit never wit a false tounge
Slid off a handgun
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 louder words
And pussy move faster than
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 keep it to the end of the line
When a rapper his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's 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
Keep it movin to the end of the
And action louder than words
And move faster than birds
Gotta keep a
(xzibit)
right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the
And action louder than words
And pussy move faster than
Gotta a gameface

2: ras kass
Men must be tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch
Trust no one and die
Drained ya battery you barely talking teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a
Say some shit so nasty, make little kim blush
As if, a 98 didn't tempt me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my conscience wouldn't me
I'm one-third black man, jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the of the land
Golden state warrior let my hang like niggas in nooses
you givin groupies all your loochie
I'm known for fucking hoochies in
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
Don't rock shit, studio
Claimin' they got more keys than a
What part of the game is
Bonus round, me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the mortar over
Get and orally copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology
Can suck yo apology out my

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, nothing sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And style so sick, the whole car start