Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

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

allow you to write, maybe allow you to bite
If you're down to the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd the bomb diggy
Ring the alarm, now the squads me
From way back I now weakness when I speak this
strong to keep this hit in my speeches given
Now from the beginnin' 'til I reach the endin'
My short stories 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 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

Break harder than ever, my lead
Through the lane in the game, they follow my speed
Either off the gas or floor it
You ain't ready to get it, I dunno why they keep for it
This the P.E., ain't no castin' for it
Cop lights, camera, no action 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 appear from the rear, stayin' from
Nobody can say if I'm so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the
this point on, the rest of '98, put it in high gear

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I wake up everyday my game face on
You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We ain't for the
We for the
I wake up everyday with my game on

I saw it comin', world domination hesitated
Rough this nuclear war head, it
I'm forbidden, so I stay hittin' up
For givin' the the truth, 360 proof
So world look before world's took
I curl under my arm
Smoke and learn about this world's chucks
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold versus the pearl
The first album made the crooks

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', ideas
in pleadin' reason for treason, conceal it for years
My criminal thing an accomplice to grub something
Results drastic
And the death of joy, the death of treasure
From the abyss, the trick I played on the world
Was leadin' them to believe my mother's didn't exist
I extended the list
Revolutioned every flag raised by a fist

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