Luyện nghe bài hát Face Off

Sauce motherfucking, jigga, jigga feel

This goes out to my Brooklyn put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these
This out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't these hoes

Yeah (If ya some put ya guns up it's on)
know that when the sun's up I'm gone
(Fuck bitches though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas whaat
(All black gat the mack out)
I take to the rest blow her back out
Sun dress undress throw her out (biotch)
(in and out like a crack house) keep it
(Face off the .38 scraped off)
Keep shorty maced can't throw a four-four ball
Know your place (so it starts when ya expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate
(piece protected) so I hear you bitches?
(love the dough, ya flow niggas)
Fuck them though, all out and
Have a fall out I ya girl
(On top now we out fuck the world)
(Face off!)

This goes out to my Brooklyn put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes
goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(I apologize ladies I'm ya right)
You must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin'
(No wine no dine) no the whip
All night long feelin' the dick be-I-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just
you neva know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same (I do)
(back man stack grands) like I you
(Love hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
Women to fall we all bat around
Let my whole hit it (scatter 'round)
You never wit it (pat 'em down)
for cream in it (These riches)
Got to do wit these bitches
(Nothin' can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't these hoes
This goes out to my crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these

(Can I that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.
ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly ya die nigga deep with prayer
(with each ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga heat with feds)
(broad day De Niro shoot all day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just
Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you out
What keep it faithfully like salop
With one in the don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer bitch shamer)
(clap a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) a whole game up
Meet me in the square one in the chamber
(The Off nigga)

This goes out to my Brooklyn put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
(If ya feel me) 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we love these hoes
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya me
(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all we don't love these hoes

"Track Masters"

(This goes out, put ya guns up in the air) if ya me if ya feel
(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love hoes) Yeah!

This out (to my Brooklyn crew)