Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do I'm doin' vocals
turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj quik, yeah
You me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)
Ahh, it stop, huhh yeah
new shit, come on...
We just want you to to
This shit for a minute,
no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve stress, here we go
Yes...
Bounce, on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat}

Put your in my faaaace...
And let me you 'till i
the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one)
I am the master of the
So my territory be off limits to
And niggas with wack
And tracks lack spirits
So pop your collar (pop collar!)
a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow the role model the what not
Set up shots my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then changed the of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas that it
What choo want it
A reputation a life
Maybe find you a hoe that you transform into a house wife
You loose stripes you recite thru your wind pipes
action cameras and lights and your shit ain't tight
It's on on sight thug rugged the of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it shove it in the we dope
Remain with smoke, remote tash and ras kass
Six months of blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus)
Put pussy in my faaace...and i'll
(let me you laaady)
you 'till I feel the taaaste...
(would you, you)
2x}
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you

(verse two) {3:24}
I'm a royalty check
Coup deville smashin', pretty assassin
for some action
If you want compassion, I'll be basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck '
it somethin' I did? was it my three kids?
You don't love me no more, was it the or the wig? '
I'm tryna be nice, so I'm there thinkin'
But I had to tell the bitch your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' they last, hustle for ass
You bought a cadillac truck, but you buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I you don't crash
But when you do, let me buy rims and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, don't make me start
Break a off, and have that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, you're leather, together we be
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, start bashin'!

(chorus)
Put pussy in my faaace...and i'll
(let me you laaady)
you 'till I feel the taaaste...
(would you, you)
2x}
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you