Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

Hey yo, chuck, yo the if sleepin', G
We got to everybody up yo
Hey yo, goin' down, baby
Let know how it's goin' down, baby

The way this goes down is simple, from day forth
Anything to with rap, stay off
It's just the players, no pay offs, strictly
(Uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll stick to your
And this field ain't sellin' a mil'
With the run of the mill, so be tellin' the real
It ain't like a time fella's appeal
'Til the God scolds him and tells him to

allow you to write, maybe allow you to bite
If you're down to fight the here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the with the bomb diggy
Ring the alarm, now the with me
way back I show now weakness when I speak this
Mentally strong to keep this hit in my speeches
Now listen from the beginnin' I reach the endin'
My short stories and keep the beats spinnin'

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We ain't for the
We for the
I wake up everyday with my game on
You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I wake up with my game face on

Break harder than ever, follow my
Through the lane in the game, they follow my speed
Either ease off the gas or it
You ready to get it, I dunno why they keep askin' for it
the real P.E., ain't no castin' for it
Cop lights, news camera, no for it
Get the raw, we somewhat sure
Hip hop's like a chess game, the war

Strategize, like masterminds
it's your go and your do', just cash mine
Last time we welcomed y'all to the terror
Used the mic to out and touch, instead of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' clear
can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But the way I lay the idea
From this point on, the rest of '98, put it in gear

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I wake up everyday with my game on
You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We ain't for the
We for the
I wake up with my game face on

I saw it comin', world domination hesitated
Rough this nuclear war head, it
I'm forbidden, so I stay hittin' up
For givin' the the truth, 360 proof
So look before this world's took
I books under my arm
Smoke charm and learn this world's chucks
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold versus the hooks
The first album made the world

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', stealin'
Believe in reason for treason, conceal it for years
My criminal thing attract an accomplice to something
Results drastic
And the death of joy, the death of casket
From the abyss, the trick I played on the world
Was leadin' them to believe my mother's didn't exist
Then I the list
Revolutioned every flag raised by a clenchin'

that's right, once again
Smooth the hustler, and he ain't no buster
Straight up slim
Yo, baby, you to get with him
flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, smooth the hustle
We out the back door,