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 motherfuckin' quik,
You know me, x to the z, (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, huhh
Some new shit, on...
We just want you to to
This shit for a minute,
no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve stress, here 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 territory be off limits to
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 model the not
Set up slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to 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 stripes 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 we dope
with smoke, remote with 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)
you 'till I feel 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 cashin'
deville smashin', pretty titty assassin
Lookin' for some
If you want compassion, be pussy basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the happened? '
'was it somethin' I was it my three 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 bitch your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna for ass
You bought a cadillac truck, but you buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I hope you crash
But you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag
it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin'
Break a bitch off, and have 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