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 goes down is simple, from this day forth
to deal with rap, stay off
It's just the players, no pay offs, skills
(Uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll stick to 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 time fella's appeal
'Til the God scolds him and tells him to

I'll allow you to write, allow you to bite
If down to fight the power here's the power to fight
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd the bomb diggy
the alarm, now the squads with me
From way back I show now when I speak this
Mentally strong to keep this hit in my given
Now listen from the beginnin' I reach the endin'
My short stories winnin' and keep the beats

You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We ain't for the
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 with my game face on

Break than ever, follow my lead
Through the fast in the game, they follow my speed
ease off the gas or floor it
You ain't to get it, I dunno why they keep askin' for it
the real 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
When it's your go and your do', just mine
Last time we y'all to the terror dome
Used the mic to reach out and touch, of the phone
I from the rear, stayin' from clear
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 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 with my game face on

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

Got 'em snatchin', robbin', thievin', ideas
Believe in reason for treason, conceal it for years
My thing attract an accomplice to grub something
Results measures
And the death of joy, the of casket treasure
From the abyss, the 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
Smooth the hustler, and he ain't no buster
up Iceberg slim
Yo, baby, you to get with him
flav, Chuck D, Public Enemy, smooth the hustle
We out the door, baby