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, you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm talking me and you

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

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

Know I got wifey lay my cards I pivot
Pass your digits if you're with it
Sauce give you the option for the boot knockin'
Nine times ten, it's on and poppin'

no stopping, victory's in the air
Bring a friend time, let's do it again
Bring whole crew if you see through me
And we can on the BQE
And it goes

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

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

In the morning 'Hot 97' the thing
Deny it, hell, yeah, y'all buy it
I don't eat no kind of 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, mami
I'm Eddie Jr., that nigga me

You want me to feel what he feel when it's
And I know he be doing it right
But it gets no liver this, never lie on our dicks
Shit, we got nigga's on our wrists

Play your cards right, be driving the 6
Shopping all day out in the Dist.
the Crist., shit hoppin' outta your wrist
Popping shit, New York's 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 crew
Lay my flat, what you wanna do?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm 'bout me and you

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

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

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

Uh, dime I'm hittin'
Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in kitchen
Now you want me to trickin', I suppose
That's the first face off kicks in
We don't love these

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

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