Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't 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 yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit never speak wit a tounge
Slid off a handgun
to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I like to talk business over the phone
So have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action louder than words
And pussy move than birds
So I keep a gameface
On the you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the
When a rapper think his style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
'cause my family is than bricks
Anything to keep it movin it's harder to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be either or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch
Trust no one and die
Drained ya you barely talking like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a
Say some shit so nasty, make little kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my wouldn't permit me
I'm black man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my nuts hang niggas in nooses
While you givin all your loochie
I'm known for fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, severe yet
The full time titan fighting three million over night
So keep your, hand out your 'cause you can't stop shit
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 in that order, the mortar over populated
Get and orally copulated
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 sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making get they shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, maintain clear thinkin
is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
And style so sick, the car start stinking