Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off 2000

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

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

I like to up on chicks like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly get buck naked
Let 'em feel the power, '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 there's on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she wanna throw
My device makes her say 'Damn, that nice'

Know I got wifey lay my when I pivot
Pass your digits if you're with it
Sauce wanna you the option for the boot knockin'
Nine times 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 goes

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

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

In the 'Hot 97' the first thing
Deny it, hell, yeah, y'all 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 lip is killin' your diet

Can I get it, Get it wet
he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit you the best
It wack to be with 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 nigga's on our wrists

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, dime I'm hittin'
Four in the Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
Now you me to start trickin', I suppose
That's when the first face off in
We love these 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

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