Luyện nghe bài hát Face Good

[Intro - Ace


See what you have is that movement my
Flo Rida
Ace Hood

- Flo Rida]
You know my, face while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace because the got next
My face good, my face good in the
My face

You know my, good while they ask me on deck
Flo and Ace because the ghetto got next
My face good, my face in the hood
My face

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I never got a let me get you understood
My good, my face good in the hood
My good
Hey

1 - Ace Hood]

1988 momma birthed a G
I tell her a bottle give me Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my deeper
Wake up in the morning on the corner no school for me
Nigga bought them peaches that be
work and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And seventeen, my face is good in the hood
I was serving
A real nigga they salute you when you green
The niggas on the block toting .17s
The AR is tucked in of my denim jeans
So your past or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm certified and to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga would
But I got a pass of me and face good
In the of my city, block in my damn hood
Where take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida remain
Better state your presence when you stepping through a man's
Or you get caught up with them choppers, leave you holmes
Because in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake do your head gone
I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cell
It right, that's life, get your bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas them Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, forced to keep me on the
look, I don't give a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a nigga murder but never of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
I serve and feed some
Trying to put my finger all on a clean gun
A real nigga born to be a snitch
knew I'd be rich
But the streets made
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
Never snitching on a
So the know shit
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks