Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings still get done
To have you at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never wit a false tounge
Slid off a handgun
to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the
So either love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder words
And pussy move faster birds
So I gotta keep a
On the street you slip, and you might a hot one
Xzibit low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it 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 keep it movin 'cause it's to hit

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

2: ras kass
Men must be either tramp or the
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch
Trust no one and die
Drained ya battery you barely like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't me
To lay bullshit this empty
But consequently my conscience wouldn't me
I'm one-third black man, jackie chan
One-third sand, across the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang niggas in nooses
you givin groupies all your loochie
I'm for fucking hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over night
So keep your, hand out your 'cause you can't stop shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got more keys than a
What part of the is this
Bonus round, me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the mortar over
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 feet,we run these contrete streets
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get shit together
smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And so sick, the whole car start stinking