Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga this

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

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

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 '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 we don't love these hoes

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

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

(Can I that?) what's that? Leave 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 each ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw with feds)
(broad day like De shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just
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 flamer hoes bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch give ya whole click name up)
Look I came up (and) thought a whole game up
Meet me in the square with one in the
(The Off nigga)

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

"Track Masters"

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

This out (to my Brooklyn crew)