Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around break you down in the hours of h
All l.a times motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get
To have you yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a
Tryin to an empire to pass to my grandson
I never like to business over the phone
So either have love for the game or it alone
action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster birds
So I keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you catch a hot one
Xzibit low and kick back like a shotgun
I it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, divine
'cause my is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it 'cause it's harder to hit

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

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

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the black niggas, the yak
The time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete
Sporting cleets, ain't sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get shit together
smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And style so sick, the whole car start