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 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 bitches always be off in my bed
Always fuckin they feelings, bitch I'll fuck you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me so what Donna said
I got paper never spend it I ain't never seen a
that I felt a need to pay a bitch she was a dyke
pussy left and right, bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry to buzzin, guess her husband askin questions
Wonderin where she at cause she just her cousin, mad and fussin
I'm laughin I'm fuckin, slappin ass and titty suckin
Please nipples, puttin that 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 ya, wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
Got the copies of them statements you was makin
All you fake-ass niggaz get the out my (faaaace~!)
'Fore I make it rain and shower you copper from the A
K, 47 that's gon' be my
Make me clack it, I start actin a motherfuckin fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've been since '85
Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my paper time
I the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
Made me throw up my hands, now get the fuck up out my (faaaace~!)

Thought I mighta it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
for free, said fuck it, I'm gon' go on and a team
Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her every day
Do some groups and keep 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 in they mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
And that ain't we all about, we out here workin in a drought
'Bout paper, 'bout that cabbage, out here hustlin 'til you grab it
Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun 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