Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do yeah I'm vocals
turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj quik, yeah
You know me, x to the z, (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, huhh
Some new shit, on...
We just you to bounce to
This shit for a minute,
no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, 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 to gimmicks
And niggas with lyrics
And tracks that lack
So pop collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow never the role the what not
Set up slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas love it
What want from it
A a luxurious life
Maybe find you a hoe that you transform into a house wife
You stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your ain't tight
It's on on sight thug the love of it (yeah)
it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, with 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)
Lick you 'till I 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 cashin'
Coup smashin', pretty titty assassin
Lookin' for action
If you want compassion, I'll be basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, the fuck happened? '
'was it somethin' I was it my three kids?
You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the '
I'm tryna be nice, so I'm sittin' thinkin'
But I had to tell the bitch 'baby your be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, they last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a truck, but you can't buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I hope you don't
But when you do, let me buy rims and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, make me start flashin'
Break a bitch off, and that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, leather, together we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie bashin'!

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