Luyện nghe bài hát Say It To My Face

I'm sick and tired of same old broke bitches
No job, all they wanna do is smoke
Get some money, hoe, why you watch mine?
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be next time

Seven figure nigga, we don't 'bout it buy no
up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
Walk like a pimp, bitch, like a soldier
I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they

It say 200 but it go a little
Not the Corvette, the Testarossa
We can bet on any on the dice
Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl, look, I'm

I'm so clean my G-Unit kicks on
I might be goin' in when C get home
If you like me, say it to my face
Just because I a case don't mean you can't be erased

It must be the ice or the money that I
They talk behind my but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I
That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face,
Say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
They behind my back but they won't say it to my face

See now, you can go anywhere the U.S.
From north to the south, east, mid to the
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga me
Bet tell ya Bun B is straight motherfuckin' G

A gangsta his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest nigga in the flesh, you fuck wit it
Got the German hand guns, they 2 2 3
Burst through ya condo and rip ya knees

My nigga, please, you want it, save your breath
By myself, I'ma ride no enemy is left
the middle finger, niggas, hit your block like insurgents
There's no from us cleanin' your clock like detergents

Buck, they think I am, nigga, please
Why, this pimp, I bet die
Before they reach first motherfuckin' sale
I rep them kings, Fuck Boy, Pimp and Bun
If it's action that you want, my nigga, get you some

It must be the ice or the money I make
They behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
They talk behind my back but won't say it to my face, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips I take
That 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face, bitch?
Say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
They talk behind my back but they say it to my face, yeah

They call me M dot MJG, I mean, I'm packin' weight
They talkin' 'bout trill jeans
Some niggas, like to talk shit in the uniform
Guess what, them still phony as the unicorn

And I'll be if I run, you bust tho
run outta guns, man, you so dumb
Well you faker a bitch snitchin' on the track
I'm about to pull a bun and [Incomprehensible] a cap

All Ball do is weed and get bad, bitches
If y'all mad at me for that, y'all are bitches
groupie niggas would ya stop and plead
For the last time, I don't smoke weed

It don't matter where we at, man, we in it up
don't stop the weed, man, from findin' us
Industry dick suckers keep runnin' ya
And I'ma give ya motherfuckers to talk about

It really must be the ice or the that I make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my
Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I
That make 'em wanna hate, you say it to my face, bitch?
Say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
They talk behind my back but they say it to my face