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

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

Know I got wifey lay my when I pivot
Pass your seven digits if you're 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
your whole crew if you see through me
And we can on the BQE
And it like

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?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm 'bout me and you

Had this bragging
Sauce had his tongue between my thighs
Huh, could you
Shaking your tail just like a dragon? Here comes my worse

In the 'Hot 97' the first thing
Deny it, hell, yeah, don't buy it
I don't eat no kind of fish if you fry it
But who knows, maybe, one day try it
But for now, slow down too lip is killin' your 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 both of us, mami actually
I'm Eddie Jr., that nigga me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, pieces I'm hittin'
Four in the morning Frosted in your kitchen
Now you want me to start trickin', I
That's when the first face off in
We don't love these

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