Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

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

Pick up drug dollars, leave rings around collars
Front me cash, you catch them bodies, put 'em in a
Never laugh at you, 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 still money I to fuckin' split
Business straight in glamour world, fuckin' hell gate
All these things I been through, your skull a metal plates

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

I get personal direct straight, I bring it
(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)

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 your fuckin' job
Two years of my time is in my kid's mind
child support, I drag your coffins in the court

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

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

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

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

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

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

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