Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around break you down in the hours of h
All these l.a times motherfucka's the pace
No need to pull strings still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit never wit a false tounge
Slid off like a
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my
I never like to business over the phone
So either love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than
And pussy move faster than
So I gotta a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might 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 it movin 'cause 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 louder than
And pussy move faster birds
Gotta a gameface
(xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit
Keep it movin to the end of the
And action speak louder words
And pussy move faster birds
Gotta a gameface

2: ras kass
Men must be tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga something
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 didn't me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third man, one-third jackie chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the
Golden warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin all your loochie
I'm known for fucking in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
and feared, severe yet loved
The time titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't shit
Don't rock shit, hustlers
Claimin' they got keys than a locksmith
What of the game is this
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The pussy in that order, the 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 part strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these streets
Sporting cleets, ain't sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making get they shit together
Still smokin, drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
And style so sick, the car start stinking