Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll steel
Show these people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's direction
Put niggaz in fear, the bullets in they section

Pick up drug dollars, rings around niggaz collars
Front me cash, you catch bodies, put 'em in a stash
Never at you, explain plans, what to do
Machine guns on tour, for your soft crew

Don't step to me with shit the candle wax is lit
I'm solo now, and still I have to fuckin' split
ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin' hell gate
All these I been through, your skull deserves a metal plates

Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in back
Hung from a tree with rusty in your rectum crack

I get direct straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

I get personal straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your
(In yo' face)

I get personal straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

For everybody a problem
30% get my photo session ready, to the fuckin' president
I spendin' my ASCAP, waitin' out there brain-walkin'
Up hit records on feet, in the fuckin' rain

merry-go-rounds, past politic circus
Then flop first, and now it's time that you work this
my ass, we pass on acts if you think they good
Niggaz ain't platinum, they album still, barely wood

I bring your [Incomprehensible] down, now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin' shit like lyric records, I ain't to hear it
Even if I'm no mouth, one fuckin' ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your breath

You might as well bite Kane, Rakim, G. Rap
I got some new shit, secrets for yo' ass crack
Let me get real, before that ass breach that
I got witnesses watchin', statements budget

Don't try to behind that fuckin' mask now
Throw the away, and hide the shit in the grass now

I get personal straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

I get personal straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

I'm sittin' quiet tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob
Extortion is over, I cock back, you your fuckin' job
Two years of my is precious in my kid's mind
child support, I drag your coffins in the court

We even-steven, fuck that, my time and rent is
been writin' songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has by, with techs jam up in your eye
I'm on clever shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie

I wake up six o'clock with cocked every morning
I'm no joke, you're bound to smell the fragrant gun
I'll be scrubbin' halls, wipin' blood off the walls

I get personal direct straight, I it forward
(Where?)
In your
(In yo' face)

I get personal direct straight, I bring it
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

I get personal straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your
(In yo' face)

I get personal straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

Yeah, yeah, let's get some fuckin' hit records goin' now
East coast to West coast, I don't a fuck
His is wack, their shit is wack
That shit is over there, ain't nuttin' fuckin' movin'
Get some fuckin' on the fuckin charts
Fuck that, do this
(Y'all ready)