Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
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

I saw it comin', premeditated domination hesitated
Rough this nuclear war head, it
I'm forbidden, so I stay hittin' up
For givin' the livin' the truth, 360
So world look this world's took
I curl books my arm
Smoke charm and about this world's chucks
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold versus the pearl
The album made the world crooks

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', stealin'
Believe in pleadin' reason for treason, conceal it for
My criminal thing attract an accomplice to grub
Results measures
And the death of joy, the of casket treasure
From the abyss, the greatest trick I on the world
Was them to believe my mother's clit didn't exist
Then I extended the
Revolutioned every flag by a clenchin' fist

Yeah that's right, once
Smooth the hustler, and he no crowd buster
Straight up slim
Yo, baby, you to get with him
Flava flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, the hustle
We out the back door,