Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

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

I'll allow you to write, maybe you to bite
If you're to fight the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the diggy
the alarm, now the squads with me
From way back I show now weakness I speak this
Mentally to keep this hit in my speeches given
Now listen the beginnin' '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 with my game on
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

Break harder than ever, my lead
Through the fast lane in the game, they my speed
ease 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., no castin' for it
Cop lights, news camera, no for it
Get the raw, we somewhat sure
Hip hop's like a game, discussin' the war

Strategize, move masterminds
it's your go and your do', just cash mine
Last time we welcomed to the terror dome
Used the mic to out and touch, instead of the phone
I from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the
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 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 nuclear war head, detonate it
I'm forbidden, so I hittin' up forgiven
For givin' the livin' the truth, 360
So world before this world's took
I books under my arm
charm and learn about this world's chucks
Revelation the cooks, I spit gold versus the pearl hooks
The album made the world crooks

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

Yeah that's right, once
the hustler, and he ain't no crowd buster
Straight up Iceberg
Yo, baby, you need to get him
Flava flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, the hustle
We out the back door,