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 NEED TO GET OUT MY)

News gossip laws gossip boppin hoes beg
Foresake me cause they bitches 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 motherfuck Donna said
I got paper never spend it I ain't never a night
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 dick and let me off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her askin questions
Wonderin where she at cause she just called her cousin, mad and
I'm cause I'm fuckin, slappin ass and titty suckin
Please your nipples, that thump in her ass and she ain't strugglin

You ain't gangsta, a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
But realistically, you a to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
Wanna cry niggaz touch ya, wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
Got the of them statements you was makin motherfucker
All you fake-ass niggaz get the out my (faaaace~!)
'Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper the A
K, 47 that's gon' be my
Make me clack it, I actin like a motherfuckin fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've been down '85
Sellin dime for dime, up my paper every time
I live the life of crime, ghetto life day to day
Made me up both 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 my weed, poke her every other day
Do groups and keep these haters out my motherfuckin (faaaace~!)
But this ain't go the way I planned, I'm caught off in the cross
And if I leave they won't respect the cause niggaz soft
Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, 'bout they cars and house
And that ain't what we all about, we out workin in a drought
'Bout paper, 'bout 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 and weed and ace so get the fuck up out my face