Luyện nghe bài hát Say It To My Face

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

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

It say 200 but it go a over
Not the Corvette, the Ferrari
We can bet on any point on the
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 Pimp C get home
If you don't me, say it to my face
Just I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased

It be the ice or the money that I make
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,
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 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 'cross the U.S.
north to the south, east, mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga me
Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight G

A from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest in the flesh, you can't fuck wit it
Got the German guns, they shoot 2 2 3
through ya condo and rip open ya knees

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

Buck, don't think I am, nigga, please
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 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 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 face,

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

And I'll be if I run, you bust tho
They run outta guns, man, you so
Well you than a bitch snitchin' 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, niggas are bitches
Undercover groupie niggas ya stop and plead
For the time, I don't smoke regular weed

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

It really 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 won't say it to my face

It be these cars or the trips 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,
They talk behind my back but they say it to my face