Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off 2000

2000, and it goes
(Uh, huh, yeah, yeah)

This goes out to my Brooklyn
Lay my game flat, you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we gonna
I'm 'bout me and you

I like to push up on like it's the last record
'em to the telly get buck passed naked
Let 'em the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for an

Give 'em feeling, Sauce Money for real and
Let her get on top if mirrors on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she throw rice
My makes her say 'Damn, that nigga's nice'

Know I got wifey lay my cards I pivot
Pass your seven digits if you're it
Sauce wanna give you the option for the knockin'
Nine times outta ten, on and poppin'

Ain't no stopping, in the air
Bring a friend time, let's do it again
Bring your crew if you see through me
And we can on the BQE
And it like

goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm talking me and you

This out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my flat, what you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we gonna
I'm 'bout me and you

Had bitch bragging
Sauce had his between my thighs lally-gaggin'
Huh, you imagine
Shaking your tail just like a Here comes my worse flame

In the 'Hot 97' the first thing
Deny it, hell, yeah, don't buy it
I eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it
But who knows, maybe, one day try it
But for now, slow down too much lip is killin' diet

Can I get it, Get it wet
When he hit it first, can I get it Shit you the best
It ain't to be with both of us, mami actually
I'm Kane Jr., that nigga me

You me to feel what he feel when it's tight
And I know he don't be doing it
But it no liver than this, never lie on our dicks
Shit, we got nigga's rides on our

Play your right, you'll be driving the 6
Shopping all day out in the Dist.
Popping the Crist., shit hoppin' outta your
your shit, New York's hottest bitch

From the ghetto to the
But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin'
This is how we run it down the
Nigga goes first, Jigga next to rhyme

goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my flat, what you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we gonna
I'm 'bout me and you

goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my flat, what you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm talking me and you

I see you got a lot to get off chest
Coat, blouse, bra, don't talk me to
Like murder's on mind mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game I lost my breath

Last thing I need to know is what it for sex
What you need to is if I lost respect
Don't to worry if you do Sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, even sweat that

Uh, dime pieces I'm
in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
Now you me to start trickin', I suppose
when the first face off kicks in
We don't love hoes

This out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm 'bout me and you

This goes out to my Brooklyn
Lay my flat, what you wanna do?
all night, are we gonna screw?
I'm talking me and you