Luyện nghe bài hát Face Good

[Intro - Ace


See what you have is movement my nigga
It's Flo
Ace homie

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

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

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

1 - Ace Hood]

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

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan creeping through the hood
Got to it gutter, motherfuckers knew a nigga would
But I got a courtesy of me and face good
In the streets of my city, block in my damn
niggas take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo Rida hood
Better state your presence when you through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, leave you holmes
Because even in the middle of the you got a dead zone
Red zone, face do your head 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 of red band, forced to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't a fuck because these crackers show no remorse
to serve a nigga murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the weed
Then I serve and feed
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A real never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the streets made
And since legit a stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the know shit
Payed my dues to the real, I was with the bricks