Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I fuck around I'll 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 have you at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never wit a false tounge
off like a handgun
Tryin to build an to pass to my grandson
I never like to talk over the phone
So have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak than words
And pussy faster than birds
So I gotta a gameface
On the street you slip, and you catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's
'cause my family is than bricks
Anything to keep it movin 'cause it's to hit

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

2: ras kass
Men must be either tramp or the
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, touch something
no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely talking like ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay over this empty
But my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, across the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang like in nooses
While you groupies all your loochie
I'm known for hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over thugs
So keep your, hand out rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got more than a locksmith
What part of the is this
round, give me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the over populated
Get fucked and orally
And all you chumps on some you owe me an shit
Can yo apology out my dick

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the niggas, the yak sippers
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they shit
Still smokin, still drinkin, still clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And style so sick, the whole car start