Luyện nghe bài hát Git out My Face

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

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

You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, to say that you a hustler
But realistically, you a bitch to me, sweet as pie but to Custer
Wanna cry when niggaz touch ya, wanna hide cause niggaz ya
Got the copies of them statements you was makin
All you niggaz get the fuck out my (faaaace~!)
I make it rain and shower you with copper from the A
K, 47 that's gon' be my
me clack it, I start actin like a motherfuckin fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've been down '85
Sellin for dime, doublin up my paper every time
I live the life of crime, life from day to day
me throw up both my hands, now get the fuck up out my (faaaace~!)

Thought I hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
for free, said it, I'm gon' go on and coach a team
Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her other day
Do some and keep 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 mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
And that ain't what we all about, we out here workin in a
'Bout that paper, 'bout that cabbage, out here hustlin 'til you it
a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun without a tablet
So yo' intellect connect is comin short it out of
Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the up out my face