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 swishes
Get some money, hoe, why you wanna mine?
Ain't no what I'm gon' be drivin' next time

figure nigga, we don't 'bout it buy no more
Pull up the work, tell the owner he can go
like a pimp, bitch, talk like a soldier
I got New niggas candy paintin' up they Rovers

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

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

It be the ice or the money 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 they say it to my face, yeah

It gotta be cars or the trips 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 behind my back but they say it to my face

See now, you can go 'cross the U.S.
From north to the south, east, mid to the
Walk up in the hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Bet they 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 guns, they shoot 2 2 3
Burst ya condo and rip open ya knees

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

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

It be the ice or the money 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 my back but they won't say it to my face, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips 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

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

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

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

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

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

It gotta be these cars or the that I take
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