Luyện nghe bài hát Face Good

[Intro - Ace


See you have is that movement my nigga
It's Flo
Ace homie

- Flo Rida]
You know my, good while they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace because the ghetto got
My face good, my face in the hood
My face

You know my, face good they ask me on deck
Flo Rida and Ace the ghetto got next
My face good, my face good in the
My good

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I got a problem let me get you understood
My face good, my face in the hood
My face
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

1988 momma a fucking G
I tell her a bottle give me Hennessy to drink
The only drink allowed to put me in my deeper
Wake up in the morning on the ain't no school for me
Nigga bought them peaches be preaching
Serving and trees, had a Visa card, hella stacks
And only seventeen, my face is in the hood
I was serving
A real nigga they salute you you getting green
The youngest on the block toting .17s
The AR is in side of my denim jeans
So your past or get stretched like a flat screen
I'm and born to ride, I am the streets

[Verse 2 - Ace

I'm in that butter pecan creeping through the hood
Got to keep it gutter, knew a nigga would
But I got a pass of me and face good
In the streets of my city, block in my damn
Where niggas take your life for like a canned good
I'm certified, me and Flo remain hood
Better state your presence you stepping through a man's hood
Or you get caught up with them choppers, you dead holmes
Because even in the of the hood you got a dead zone
Red zone, face do your head gone
I'm the city niggas die to pay a cell phone
It ain't right, that's life, get your on

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key posted by the front door
Young dreadlock niggas rocking them and a torch
Got a house of red band, to keep me on the porch
Well look, I don't give a fuck because these crackers no remorse
Trying to serve a murder but never heard of the source
They ask me where I got the from
Then I and feed some
Trying to put my finger prints all on a gun
A real never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the streets ki's
And legit a nigga stayed in the mix
Never on a bitch
So the know shit
Payed my to the real, I was good with the bricks