Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

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

Pick up drug dollars, leave rings 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, pajama for soft crew

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

Not the platinum plaque, just gun staples in your
Hung from a tree with 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 it forward
(Where?)
In face
(In yo' face)

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

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

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

I your [Incomprehensible] down, samples now you have to clear it
Niggaz talkin' like lyric records, I ain't tryin' to hear it
Even if I'm no mouth, one fuckin' 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 witnesses watchin', over budget

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

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

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

We even-steven, fuck that, my time and rent is
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 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 scrubbin' halls, wipin' off the office walls

I get direct 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 direct straight, I 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
coast to West coast, I don't give a fuck
His shit is wack, their shit is
That shit is wack there, ain't nuttin' fuckin' movin'
Get some fuckin' bullets on the fuckin
Fuck that, do this
(Y'all ready)