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, what you do?
all night, are we gonna screw?
I'm talking me and you

I like to push up on like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly get buck passed
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for an

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the morning 97' the first thing
it, hell, yeah, y'all 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 next? Shit you the
It ain't wack to be with of us, mami actually
I'm Kane Jr., that nigga me

You want me to what he feel when it's tight
And I know he don't be doing it
But it gets no liver than this, lie on our dicks
Shit, we got rides on our wrists

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

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

This goes out to my Brooklyn
Lay my game flat, what you do?
Talk all night, are we gonna
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

I see you got a lot to get off your
Coat, blouse, bra, don't me to death
Like on your mind mami, off the dress
ran game 'til I lost my breath

Last thing I to know is what it costs 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, pieces I'm hittin'
Four in the morning Flakes in your kitchen
Now you me to start trickin', I suppose
That's when the first off kicks in
We don't love hoes

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

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