Luyện nghe bài hát Face Good

[Intro - Ace


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

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

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

From the streets, to the block, to the trap, to the
I never got a let me get you understood
My good, my face good in the hood
My face
Hey

[Verse 1 - Ace

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

[Verse 2 - Ace

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

[Verse 3 - Ace

And I was the low key nigga posted by the door
Young dreadlock niggas them Dickies and a torch
Got a of red band, forced 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
ask me where I got the weed from
Then I and feed some
to put my finger prints all on a clean gun
A nigga never born to be a snitch
Never knew I'd be
But the made ki's
And since a nigga stayed in the mix
snitching on a bitch
So the FEDS shit
my dues to the real, I was good with the bricks