Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, feel this

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day 'em all night we don't love these hoes
This out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we love these hoes

Yeah (If ya some put ya guns up it's on)
Ladies know when the sun's up I'm gone
(Fuck them though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know
(All black gat with the out)
I take to the rest blow her back out
Sun dress throw her back out (biotch)
(in and out like a crack house) it moving
(Face off with the .38 off)
Keep maced can't throw a four-four eight ball
Know your place (so it starts ya least expect)
(the infect) you don't imitate bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you bitches?
(love the dough, ya irritate niggas)
them though, it's all out and
Have a out I fucked ya girl
(On top now we call out the world)
(Face off!)

goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love hoes

(I apologize I'm lovin' ya right)
You must be to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no the whip
All long just feelin' the dick be-I-itch
(Sauce slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you playin'
Nigga you know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit do
(My crew) mackin' the bitch (I do)
(back man grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that
start to fall we all bat around
Let my team hit it (scatter 'round)
You seen wit it (pat 'em down)
for cream in it (These riches)
Got nu'hin to do wit bitches
(Nothin' y'all can do to stop digits)
(Face Off!)

This goes out to my crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
This goes out to my crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all we don't love these hoes

(Can I touch that?) what's that? it for dead.
ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep prayer
(with word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat feds)
(broad day like De Niro all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the and you just foreplay
Get a hit I, I through, blow up, you spit out
What it cocked faithfully like salop
With one in the don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th hoes bitch shamer)
(clap cats a she'll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) a whole game up
me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

This out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all we don't love these hoes

"Track Masters"

(This out, put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel
(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't these hoes) Yeah!

This goes out (to my crew)