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 feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't 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 put ya guns up it's on)
Ladies that when the sun's up I'm gone
(Fuck bitches though digits though)
Fuck, now if I it niggas know whaat
(All gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the blow her back out
Sun dress undress her back out (biotch)
(in and out like a crack house) keep it
(Face off with the .38 off)
Keep shorty maced can't throw a eight ball
Know your place (so it starts when ya expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't bitches
(piece protected) so I you hate bitches?
(love the dough, ya irritate niggas)
Fuck though, it's all out and
Have a out I fucked 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 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

(I ladies I'm lovin' ya right)
You must be used to me but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no the whip
All night long just feelin' the be-I-itch
(Sauce slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just
Nigga you neva know what a could do
(pull the trigga too) check the jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the 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 team hit it (scatter 'round)
You seen wit it (pat 'em down)
Check for in it (These riches)
Got nu'hin to do wit these
(Nothin' y'all can do to these digits)
(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 '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 hoes

(Can I touch that?) what's that? it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya 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 De Niro shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you foreplay
Get a hit I, I come through, up, you spit out
keep it cocked faithfully like salop
With one in the drop get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes shamer)
(clap cats a snitch give ya whole click name up)
I done came up (and) thought a whole game up
Meet me in the square one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

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 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 me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't 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 fuck 'em all night we don't love hoes) Yeah!

goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)