Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

I'll get my manager crazy as hell, he'll 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 in they head section

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 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, 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 face
(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)

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

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

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

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

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

I get personal 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)

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

We even-steven, fuck that, my time and is short
I've 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 shit, fuck it man, go 'head lie

I wake up six o'clock with triggers cocked every
I'm no joke, bound to smell the fragrant gun smoke
I'll be scrubbin' halls, blood off the office walls

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 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)

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