Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off 2000

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

This out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, you wanna 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 get buck passed naked
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it taste sour
Hit 'em in the shower for an

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

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

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

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

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

Had bitch bragging
had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin'
Huh, could you
Shaking your tail just like a dragon? Here comes my worse

In the morning 97' the first thing
Deny it, hell, yeah, don't buy it
I don't eat no 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 your diet

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

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

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

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

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

I see you got a lot to get off your
Coat, blouse, bra, talk me to death
Like murder's on your mami, off the dress
Jigga ran game 'til I my breath

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

Uh, dime pieces I'm
Four in the morning Flakes in your kitchen
Now you want me to trickin', I suppose
That's when the first face off in
We don't these hoes

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

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