Luyện nghe bài hát Smile In Ya Face (Explicit Version)

They in ya face, but they ain't lovin' you
Turn your back, they to break your J A W
Who a on the run, eatin' P.O.W.s
Strapped with arrows and the B O W?

no act yo, no
This chick can my dick
Between her cheek and gums, tobacco
On the F.D.R. like 90 a pop
Fuck five-0 niggas too to stop

All we to do was tear up the spot
Think we care if you, you, you, roll behind us or
I'm the one man army, the one on the Tommy
If you next to me, one hand on your mommy

arms too short to box with Rob
Swipe your like the Bad Boy corporate card
A lotta shit I do is off the
And I be shh, thats why the Feds don't wanna talk to Rob

Y'all had to go the God, naw I ain't got nothin' to prove
Ain't gotta carry the two, see my told me bury them fools
And remember this rule, don't fuck niggas that ain't fuckin' with you

So you're home with nothin' to do
Just get comfortable, cause they doin' nothin' to you
And they can take it they wanna take it, I ain't just a rapper
Harlem knight, Mister Will-Bust-A-Cap-er

Hey yo, one two
To get to them you got to get me
And it's the Bad Boy tree
Like I said we do this shit, nonstop

And my sole purpose is you dance
scream "Blackie, Blackie gimme one more chance"
Now she hand in my pants
I tryin' to tell myself, I gotta stop fuckin' my fans

Michelle, uh, my belle
Sucked my dick so well I took her on tour, was so raw
Nice tits, fat boomty, ak, y'know I'm sayin'?

it off to Puff and Loon wit no delayin'
The average nigga walk around sad
Get the chronic now he honest he gon' bust ass
Get home, she there, bitch musta mashed

And she caught you for furs and your and cash
Shoulda known it, me, I never condone it
Bum walk around my shit like she own it
She got some bitch niggas involved, be in cars

That used to shoot dice in of the M rob
All praise due to them papers, got me my neighbors
If I don't you, do me no favors
And thats comin' from the mouth, reppin' east west and south
Nigga front we him out

Old said don't leave the label 'til you're paid
And hold yours down the cradle to the grave
Sharp as the cut the barber gave you the shave
Handgun, but you harder wit the

So go ahead for us, we savage
It's war, this collateral damage
And we even did some joints in
We the entire zone and punks sayin' Bi amon

That why I'm not home
That why I'm low, in videos I'm not shown