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 to pull strings things still get done
To you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never speak wit a false
Slid off a handgun
Tryin to build an to pass to my grandson
I like to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or it alone
action speak louder than 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 bangin to the end of the
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin mine, it's divine
'cause my family is harder bricks
Anything to keep it movin it's harder to hit

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

2: ras kass
Men must be tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, touch something
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, it'll little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay over this empty
But consequently my wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang niggas in nooses
While you groupies all your loochie
I'm known for fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The full titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum you can't stop shit
Don't rock shit, studio
they got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The in that order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and orally
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology
Can yo apology out my dick

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the black niggas, the yak
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty slippers
I got feet,we run these contrete streets
cleets, ain't nothing sweet
(xzibit)
I'm rappers get they shit together
smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And style so sick, the whole car stinking