Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga this

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
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 hoes

Yeah (If ya want some put ya up it's on)
know that when 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 undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in and out a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off with the .38 off)
Keep shorty maced throw a four-four eight ball
Know your place (so it starts ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't bitches
(piece protected) so I you hate 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!)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya 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 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

(I apologize I'm lovin' ya right)
You must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin'
(No wine no dine) no the whip
All night long just the dick be-I-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat I eat that) you just playin'
Nigga you neva what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) the shit jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) like I you
(Love them jigga?) Ha how that sound?
start to fall we all bat around
Let my whole hit it (scatter 'round)
You never wit it (pat 'em down)
for cream in it (These riches)
Got to do wit these 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) 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) 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(Can I touch that?) what's that? it for dead.
Keep ya arm ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I the beef is dead)
Ladies & (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day De Niro 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
one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole name up)
Look I done up (and) thought a whole 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 night we don't love 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
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 these

"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 we don't love these hoes) Yeah!

goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)