Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around I'll break you in the hours of h
All these l.a motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo
So xzibit never speak wit a false
off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my
I never like to talk over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it
Plus speak louder than words
And pussy move than birds
So I gotta a gameface
On the street you slip, and you catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick like a shotgun
I it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is with mine, it's divine
my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin 'cause it's to hit

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

Verse 2: ras
Men must be tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch
no one and die dumping
Drained ya you barely talking like teddy ruxpin
See that's wassup, I don't give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make little kim
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 across the of the land
Golden state let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin all your loochie
I'm known for fucking hoochies in
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million night thugs
So keep your, hand out rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
Don't rock shit, studio
Claimin' they got more keys than a
What of the game is this
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The in that order, the mortar over populated
Get fucked and copulated
And all you on some you owe me an apology shit
Can suck yo apology out my

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the niggas, the yak sippers
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 rappers get they shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin in a lincoln
And style so sick, the car start stinking