Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off 2000

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

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

I like to push up on chicks like it's the last
Take 'em to the telly get passed naked
Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't 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 wanna rice
My device makes her say 'Damn, nigga's nice'

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

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

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

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

In the morning 'Hot 97' the first
it, hell, yeah, y'all 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 much lip is killin' your

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

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

Play your 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 gotta do it two like an echo, y'all feelin' that
This is how we run it down the
Nigga Sauce goes first, next to rhyme

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

This goes out to my Brooklyn
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 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 know is if I respect
Don't have to if you do Sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't sweat that

Uh, dime I'm hittin'
Four in the morning Flakes in your kitchen
Now you want me to start trickin', I
That's when the face off kicks in
We don't love hoes

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