Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

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

I'll allow you to write, maybe allow you to
If you're down to the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the diggy
Ring the alarm, now the with me
way back I show now weakness when I speak this
Mentally strong to this hit in my speeches given
Now listen from the beginnin' 'til I reach the
My stories winnin' 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 ain't for the
We for the
I up everyday with my game face on

Break harder than ever, my lead
Through the fast in the game, they follow my speed
Either off the gas or floor it
You ain't ready to get it, I why they keep askin' for it
This the P.E., ain't no castin' for it
Cop lights, camera, no action for it
Get the uncut raw, we sure
Hip hop's like a game, discussin' the war

Strategize, like masterminds
When your go and your do', just cash mine
Last time we welcomed y'all to the terror
Used the mic to reach out and touch, of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from
Nobody can say if I'm here so they it by ear
But the way I lay the idea
From 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 with 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 face on

I saw it comin', premeditated world domination
Rough this nuclear war head, it
I'm forbidden, so I stay hittin' up
For givin' the the truth, 360 proof
So look before this world's took
I curl books my arm
charm 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', stealin'
Believe in pleadin' reason for treason, it for years
My criminal attract an accomplice to grub something
Results measures
And the death of joy, the death of treasure
the abyss, the greatest trick I played on the world
Was leadin' to believe my mother's clit didn't exist
I extended the list
Revolutioned every flag raised by a clenchin'

Yeah right, once again
the hustler, and he ain't no crowd buster
Straight up slim
Yo, baby, you need to get him
Flava flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, smooth the
We out the door, baby