Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do yeah I'm doin'
turn the music up, yeah c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah
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 want you to bounce to
This for a minute, yeah
no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, we go
Yes...
Bounce, on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat}

Put pussy in my faaaace...
And let me lick you i
the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one)
I am the master of the
So my be off limits to gimmicks
And niggas with lyrics
And tracks that spirits
So pop your (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow the role model the what not
Set up slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then changed the of it (yeah)
From the niggas that it to niggas that love it
What choo from it
A reputation a luxurious
Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform a house wife
You loose when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your shit tight
It's on on sight rugged the love of it (yeah)
it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote tash and ras kass
Six of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

(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

(verse two) {3:24}
I'm a royalty check
Coup deville smashin', titty assassin
Lookin' for some
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 cadillac truck, but you buy gas
is a bitch, I hope you don't crash
But when you do, let me buy them rims and 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, don't make me start
a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, you're leather, we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie bashin'!

(chorus)
Put your in my faaace...and i'll
(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