Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, feel this

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
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

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

(I ladies I'm lovin' ya right)
You must be to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the
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 know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit do
(My crew) the same bitch (I do)
(back man grands) daddy like I you
(Love hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
Women start to fall we all bat
Let my whole hit it (scatter 'round)
You seen wit it (pat 'em down)
for cream in it (These riches)
Got to do wit these bitches
(Nothin' y'all can do to these digits)
(Face Off!)

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
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

(Can I that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep prayer
(with word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like 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 come through, blow up, you out
What keep it cocked faithfully salop
With one in the drop get hit up
(I be the 4-5th hoes bitch shamer)
(clap a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) thought a game up
Meet me in the with one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya 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 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
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

"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!

This goes out (to my crew)