Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For everybody a manager
30% get my photo ready, songs to the fuckin' president
I been spendin' my ASCAP, waitin' out brain-walkin'
Up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin'

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

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

You as well bite Kane, Rakim, study 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

try to hide behind that fuckin' mask now
Throw the pistols away, and the shit in the grass now

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

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

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

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

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

I wake up six o'clock triggers 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 straight, I bring it forward
(Where?)
In your
(In yo' face)

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

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

I get personal direct straight, I bring it
(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 give a
His shit is wack, shit is wack
That shit is wack over there, ain't nuttin' movin'
Get some bullets on the fuckin charts
Fuck that, do this
(Y'all ready)