Luyện nghe bài hát Git out My Face

Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (NEED TO GET OUT MY)
Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (WON'TCHA OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-ASS NIGGAZ TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU BEGGIN-ASS BITCHES TO GET OUT MY) faaaace

News gossip gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
me cause they bitches always be off in my bed
Always fuckin with they feelings, bitch fuck you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me so motherfuck what Donna
I got paper spend it I ain't never seen a night
I felt a need to pay a bitch unless she was a dyke
Lickin pussy left and right, bringin by my place
me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her askin questions
Wonderin where she at cause she called her cousin, mad and fussin
I'm cause I'm fuckin, slappin ass and titty suckin
Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her ass and she ain't

You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say you a hustler
But realistically, you a to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
cry when niggaz touch ya, wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
Got the copies of statements you was makin motherfucker
All you fake-ass get the fuck out my (faaaace~!)
'Fore I it rain and shower you with copper from the A
K, 47 gon' be my tool
Make me clack it, I start actin a motherfuckin fool (yeah)
Fool, you me, I've been down since '85
Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my every time
I the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
Made me throw up both my hands, now get the up out my (faaaace~!)

Thought I hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
for free, fuck it, I'm gon' go on and coach a team
golf and smoke my weed, poke her every other day
Do some groups and these haters out my motherfuckin (faaaace~!)
But this shit go the way I planned, I'm caught off in the cross
And if I they won't respect the South cause niggaz soft
Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, talkin 'bout they and house
And that what we all about, we out here workin in a drought
'Bout that paper, that cabbage, out here hustlin 'til you grab it
Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, a bun without a tablet
So yo' intellect connect is comin it out of space
Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the fuck up out my