Luyện nghe bài hát Say It To My Face

I'm sick and of these 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 it buy no more
Pull up the work, tell the owner he can go
Walk like a pimp, bitch, talk like a
I got New York niggas candy up they Rovers

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

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

It 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,
talk behind my back but they 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

See now, you can go anywhere the U.S.
From to the south, east, mid to the west
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
nigga in the flesh, you can't fuck wit it
Got the German hand guns, shoot 2 2 3
through ya condo and rip open ya knees

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

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

It must be the ice or the that I make
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 behind my back but 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 talk behind my back but they say it to my face, yeah

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

And I'll be damned if I run, you tho
They run guns, man, you so dumb
you faker than a bitch snitchin' on the track
I'm about to a bun and [Incomprehensible] a fuckin' cap

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

It really must be the ice or the money that I
talk 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 they say it to my face

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