Luyện nghe bài hát Game Face

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

The way this goes down is simple, from this day
to deal with rap, stay off
It's the players, no pay offs, strictly skills
(Uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll to your deals
And this field ain't about sellin' a
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 fight the power here's the power to
Overpower the mic, hit the crowd with the diggy
Ring the alarm, now the with me
From way back I show now weakness when I speak
Mentally strong to this hit in my speeches given
Now listen the beginnin' 'til 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 everyday my game face on
You the name, P.E.
You the game, P.E.
We for the fame
We for the
I up everyday with my game face on

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

Strategize, like masterminds
it's your go and your do', just cash mine
Last we welcomed 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 the way I lay the idea
From this point on, the rest of '98, put it in 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', world domination hesitated
Rough nuclear war head, detonate it
I'm forbidden, so I hittin' up forgiven
For givin' the livin' the truth, 360
So world before this world's took
I curl under my arm
Smoke charm and about this world's chucks
Revelation the world cooks, I spit gold versus the hooks
The first album the world crooks

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

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