Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do yeah I'm vocals
Intimate turn the up, yeah c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin' quik,
You me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, yeah
new shit, come on...
We just you to bounce to
shit for a minute, yeah
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 of the ceremony
So my territory be off to gimmicks
And with wack lyrics
And tracks lack spirits
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 shots my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas love it
What want from it
A a luxurious life
Maybe you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife
You loose stripes you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your ain't tight
It's on on sight rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras
Six months of blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus)
Put your 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

[hi-c] (verse two)
I'm a royalty check
Coup smashin', pretty titty assassin
for some action
If you compassion, I'll be pussy basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, the fuck happened? '
'was it somethin' I did? was it my kids?
You love me no more, was it the wave or the wig? '
I'm be nice, so I'm sittin' there thinkin'
But I had to tell the 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a cadillac truck, but you buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I hope you crash
But when you do, let me buy them rims and 'em on my jag
When it to fasion, don't make me start flashin'
Break a bitch off, and have that tire slashin'
I'm leather, leather, together we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie bashin'!

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