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 everybody know how it's goin' down,

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

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

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I wake up everyday with my face 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

Break harder ever, follow my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, they follow my
Either off the gas or floor it
You ain't ready to get it, I why they keep askin' for it
This the real P.E., ain't no 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, move like
When it's your go and your do', cash mine
Last time we welcomed y'all to the dome
Used the mic to reach out and touch, instead of the
I appear the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so 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 for the fame
We for the
I up everyday with my game face on

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

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

Yeah that's right, again
Smooth the hustler, and he ain't no crowd
Straight up slim
Yo, baby, you need to get him
Flava flav, D, Public Enemy, smooth the hustle
We out the door, baby