Luyện nghe bài hát Say It To My Face

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

Seven figure nigga, we don't 'bout it buy no
Pull up the paper work, tell the he can go
Walk a pimp, bitch, talk like a soldier
I got New York candy 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 with my kicks on
I might be goin' in when C get home
If you don't me, say it to my face
Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be

It be the ice or the money that I make
They talk behind my back but they 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, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I
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 won't say it to my face

See now, you can go 'cross the U.S.
From to the south, east, mid to the west
Walk up in the hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Bet they ya Bun B is straight motherfuckin' G

A gangsta from his to the top of his fitted
nigga in the flesh, you can't fuck wit it
Got the German hand guns, they 2 2 3
Burst through ya and rip open ya knees

My nigga, please, you don't want it, save your
By myself, I'ma ride till no enemy is
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 they reach their first sale
I rep underground kings, Fuck Boy, Pimp and Bun
If action that you want, my nigga, come get you some

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

It gotta be these cars or the trips 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,
talk behind 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 'bout trill jeans
Some niggas, they like to shit in the uniform
Guess what, them still phony as the unicorn

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

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

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

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

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I
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