Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through merry-go-rounds, past circus
Then shift flop first, and now time that you work this
Suck my ass, we on acts if you think they good
Niggaz platinum, they album still, went barely wood

I bring your [Incomprehensible] down, samples now you to clear it
talkin' shit like lyric records, I ain't tryin' to hear it
Even if I'm deaf no mouth, one ear left
You think worth investments, hold your fuckin' 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 watchin', statements over budget

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

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 face
(In yo' face)

I'm sittin' quiet tons of threats, and Baskin-Rob
is over, I cock back, you lose 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 rent is
I've been songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One has gone by, with techs jam up in your 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 fragrant gun
I'll be halls, wipin' blood off the office walls

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

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

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)

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