Luyện nghe bài hát Say It To My Face

I'm sick and tired of these old broke bitches
No job, all they do is smoke swishes
Get some money, hoe, why you watch mine?
no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time

Seven figure nigga, we 'bout it buy no more
Pull up the paper work, the owner he can go
Walk like a pimp, bitch, like a soldier
I got New York niggas paintin' up they Rovers

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

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

It 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,
They talk behind my back but they say it to my face, yeah

It gotta be cars or the trips that I take
That make 'em hate, won't you say it in my face, bitch?
Say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face,
talk 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 'bout me
Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight G

A gangsta his toes to the top of his fitted
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 ya knees

My nigga, please, you want it, save your breath
By myself, I'ma ride till no is left
When the middle finger, niggas, hit your block 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 they reach their motherfuckin' sale
I rep them underground kings, Boy, Pimp and Bun
If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you

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,
They talk behind my back but won't say it to my face, yeah

It be these cars or the trips that I take
That make 'em wanna hate, 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' 'bout jeans
Some niggas, they like to shit in the uniform
Guess what, niggas still phony as the unicorn

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

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

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

It really must be the ice or the 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,
They talk my back but they won't say it to my face

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