Luyện nghe bài hát In Your Face

I'll get my manager crazy as hell, pull steel
these sheisty people, the sawed off, the pump is real
Then smack niggaz when they feel Keith's right direction
Put niggaz in fear, the bullets in they head

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

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

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

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)

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

Through merry-go-rounds, past circus
Then shift flop first, and now it's time you work this
Suck my ass, we pass on acts if you think good
Niggaz ain't platinum, they still, went 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 fuckin' ear
You think they worth investments, hold your fuckin'

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', over budget

try to hide behind that fuckin' mask now
Throw the pistols away, and hide the in the grass now

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

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

We even-steven, fuck that, my and rent is short
been writin' songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, techs 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 morning
I'm no joke, bound to smell the fragrant gun smoke
I'll be scrubbin' halls, wipin' blood off the walls

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)

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)

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