Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, feel this

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

Yeah (If ya want some put ya up it's on)
Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm
(Fuck them though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know
(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 a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off the .38 scraped off)
Keep shorty maced can't throw a eight ball
Know your (so it starts when ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate
(piece protected) so I hear you bitches?
(love the dough, ya irritate niggas)
Fuck them though, all out and
Have a fall out I fucked ya
(On top now we out fuck the world)
(Face off!)

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

(I apologize ladies I'm ya right)
You must be used to me trickin' but we tonight
(No wine no dine) no the whip
All night long feelin' the dick be-I-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just
Nigga you neva what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit do
(My crew) mackin' the bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that
Women start to fall we all bat
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' can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)

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

(Can I touch that?) what's Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my (keep ya head)
(keep a to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with
(with word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
& gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the and you just foreplay
Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you out
What keep it cocked like salop
With one in the drop get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya click name up)
Look I done up (and) thought a whole game up
me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

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 goes out to my Brooklyn 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 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

"Track Masters"

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

This goes out (to my crew)