Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

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

up drug dollars, leave rings around niggaz collars
Front me cash, you catch bodies, put 'em in a stash
laugh at you, explain plans, what to do
Machine guns on tour, for your soft crew

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

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

I get direct 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)

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

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

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

I bring your [Incomprehensible] down, samples now you have to it
Niggaz talkin' shit like lyric records, I tryin' to hear it
if I'm deaf no mouth, one fuckin' ear left
You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin'

You as well bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got new shit, mental 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 personal direct straight, I bring it
(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 it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

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

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

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

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

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

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