Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do yeah I'm doin'
Intimate the music up, yeah c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj quik, yeah
You know me, x to the z, (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, yeah
Some new shit, on...
We just 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 you 'till i
the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one)
I am the master of the
So my be off limits to gimmicks
And with wack lyrics
And tracks that spirits
So pop your collar (pop collar!)
Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya tough and 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 hate it to niggas that love it
What choo want it
A reputation a luxurious
Maybe find you a hoe that you could into a house wife
You loose stripes when you recite your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and shit ain't tight
It's on on sight thug rugged the of it (yeah)
it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote tash and ras kass
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 check cashin'
Coup deville smashin', pretty assassin
for some action
If you want compassion, be pussy basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the happened? '
'was it somethin' I did? was it my kids?
You love me no more, was it the wave or the wig? '
I'm tryna be nice, so I'm sittin' there
But I had to tell the bitch 'baby your breath be (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a truck, but you can't buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I hope you crash
But you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, don't make me flashin'
Break a bitch off, and that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, leather, together we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, start bashin'!

(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