Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the 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 speak wit a false
Slid off a handgun
Tryin to build an to pass to my grandson
I like to talk business over the phone
So either love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than
And pussy faster than birds
So I gotta keep a
On the street you slip, and you catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and back like a shotgun
I keep it to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin mine, it's divine
'cause my family is harder 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 than words
And pussy move than birds
Gotta keep a
(xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it to the end of the line
And speak louder than words
And move faster than birds
Gotta a gameface

2: ras kass
Men be either tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, touch something
no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely talking like ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley tempt me
To lay bullshit over this
But consequently my conscience permit me
I'm black man, one-third jackie chan
sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
Golden state warrior let my hang like niggas in nooses
While you groupies all your loochie
I'm known for hoochies in suskis
And ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Loved and feared, yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over night
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you stop shit
Don't rock shit, hustlers
Claimin' they got more than a locksmith
part of the game is this
Bonus round, give me the mic, the
The pussy in that order, the over populated
Get fucked and copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an shit
Can suck yo apology out my

3:
(ras kass)
This is for the niggas, the yak sippers
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty slippers
I got feet,we run these contrete streets
Sporting cleets, ain't sweet
(xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a
And so sick, the whole car start stinking