Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga feel

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 '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 don't love hoes

(If ya want 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 gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the blow her back out
Sun undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in and out a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off the .38 scraped off)
Keep shorty can't throw a four-four eight ball
Know your place (so it when ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you bitches?
(love the dough, ya irritate niggas)
them though, it's all out and
Have a fall out I ya girl
(On top now we out fuck 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 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 don't these hoes

(I apologize ladies I'm ya right)
You must be used to me but we fuckin' tonight
(No no dine) no wheelin' the whip
All night long just the dick be-I-itch
(Sauce slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you that? I eat that) you just playin'
Nigga you neva know a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) the shit jigga do
(My crew) the same bitch (I do)
(back man grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that
Women 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 these
(Nothin' y'all can do to stop digits)
(Face Off!)

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 we don't love these hoes

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

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
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 love these
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 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 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!

This out (to my Brooklyn crew)