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 NIGGAZ NEED TO GET OUT MY)
(ALL YOU BITCHES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace

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

You gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
But realistically, you a bitch to me, sweet as pie but down to
Wanna cry when touch ya, wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
Got the copies of statements you was makin motherfucker
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
Make me it, I start actin like a motherfuckin fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've down since '85
Sellin for dime, doublin up my paper every time
I live the of crime, ghetto life from day to day
Made me up both my hands, now get the fuck up out my (faaaace~!)

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