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?
Talk all night, are we screw?
I'm 'bout 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 don't taste
Hit 'em in the shower for an

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the 'Hot 97' the first thing
Deny it, hell, yeah, don't buy it
I eat no kind 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, mami
I'm Eddie Kane Jr., 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, 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.
Popping the Crist., hoppin' outta your wrist
your shit, New York's hottest bitch

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

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

I see you got a lot to get off chest
Coat, blouse, bra, don't me to death
Like murder's on 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 need to know is if I respect
Don't to worry if you do Sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even that

Uh, dime pieces I'm
Four in the morning Frosted in your kitchen
Now you want me to trickin', I suppose
That's the first face off kicks in
We love these hoes

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

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