Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't around I'll break you down in the hours of h
All l.a times motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to strings things still get done
To you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So xzibit never wit a false tounge
off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to to my grandson
I never like to business over the phone
So either have love for the game or it alone
Plus action louder than words
And pussy faster than birds
So I gotta a gameface
On the you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a
I keep it to the end of the line
When a think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
'cause my family is harder than
to keep it movin 'cause it's harder 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 than
Gotta a gameface
(xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you you fuckin' wit mine
it movin to the end of the line
And action speak than words
And move faster than birds
Gotta a gameface

Verse 2: ras
Men must be tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, power, nigga touch something
no one and die dumping
Drained ya you barely talking like teddy ruxpin
See wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck
Say shit so nasty, it'll make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't me
To lay over this empty
But my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the of the land
Golden warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all your
I'm for fucking hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, yet loved
The full time fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop
Don't shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got keys than a locksmith
What part of the is this
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The pussy in that order, the mortar over
Get and orally copulated
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 time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run contrete streets
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing
(xzibit)
I'm making get they shit together
smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And style so sick, the car start stinking