Luyện nghe bài hát Say It To My Face

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

Seven nigga, we don't 'bout it buy no more
Pull up the 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 Ferrari
We can bet on any on the dice
'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl, look, I'm nice

I'm so clean with my kicks on
I might be in when Pimp C get home
If you don't me, say it to my face
Just because I caught a case don't you can't be erased

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

It be these cars or the trips that 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 won't say it to my

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 from his toes to the top of his
Trillest nigga in the flesh, you can't wit it
Got the hand guns, they shoot 2 2 3
Burst through ya condo and rip open ya

My nigga, please, you don't want it, save breath
By myself, ride till no enemy is left
When the middle finger, niggas, hit your like insurgents
no deterrents from us cleanin' your clock like detergents

Buck, they don't think I am, nigga,
Why, pimp, I bet they die
Before reach their first motherfuckin' sale
I rep them underground kings, Fuck Boy, and Bun
If it's that you want, my nigga, come get you some

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

call me M dot MJG, I mean, I'm packin' some weight
They ain't talkin' trill jeans
Some niggas, they like to talk in the uniform
Guess what, them niggas still phony as the

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

All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad,
If y'all mad at me for that, y'all are bitches
Undercover groupie niggas would ya stop and
For the last time, I smoke regular weed

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

It really must be the ice or the that 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

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