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 don't stop, yeah
Some new shit, on...
We want you to bounce to
shit for a minute, yeah
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 of the ceremony
So my territory be off to gimmicks
And niggas with wack
And tracks that spirits
So pop collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to
Hard act to follow never the role the what not
Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pow!
Then the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas that it
choo want from it
A reputation a luxurious
Maybe find you a hoe you could transform into a house wife
You stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and and your shit ain't tight
on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we
Remain smoke, remote 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 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 check cashin'
deville smashin', pretty titty assassin
Lookin' for some
If you want compassion, I'll be pussy
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck '
'was it I did? 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, spendin' they last, hustle for ass
You bought a truck, but you can't 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
Break a bitch off, and 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)
you 'till I feel the taaaste...
(would you, you)
2x}
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you