Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do I'm doin' vocals
Intimate the music up, yeah c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah
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
new shit, come on...
We just want you to 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 be off limits 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 model the what not
Set up shots my way to the top, pa-da pow!
changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas love it
What choo want it
A a luxurious life
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 lights and your shit ain't
It's on on sight rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it shove it in the we dope
Remain with smoke, with tash and ras kass
Six months of full blast bitch, dat ass!...ha ha

(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

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