Luyện nghe bài hát Face Good

[Intro - Ace


See what you have is movement my nigga
Flo Rida
Ace homie

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

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

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

1 - Ace Hood]

1988 birthed a fucking G
I tell her fuck a bottle give me to drink
The only allowed to put me in my deeper sleep
Wake up in the on the corner ain't no school for me
Nigga bought them that be preaching
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And only seventeen, my face is in the hood
I was beans
A real nigga salute you when you getting green
The youngest niggas on the toting .17s
The AR is tucked in side of my jeans
So show your or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm and born to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in butter pecan Beamer creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, motherfuckers knew a would
But I got a courtesy of me and face good
In the streets of my city, in my damn hood
Where niggas your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo remain hood
Better state presence when you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, you dead holmes
even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, fake face do your gone
I'm the city niggas die to pay a cell phone
It ain't right, life, get your bang on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga by the front door
dreadlock niggas rocking them Dickies and a torch
Got a house of red band, forced to me on the porch
Well look, I give a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
Trying to serve a murder but never heard of the source
They ask me I got the weed from
Then I serve and feed
to put my finger prints all on a clean gun
A real nigga never to be a snitch
knew I'd be rich
But the streets made
And since legit a nigga in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the know shit
my dues to the real, I was good with the bricks