Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

(intro)
Oooooh...do re mi
Fa so la ti do I'm doin' vocals
Intimate turn the music up, c'mon!
starts...}
Yeah! c'mon in, yeah
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin' quik,
You know me, x to the z, (arah!)
Ahh, it don't stop, yeah
Some new shit, on...
We just you to bounce to
This for a minute, yeah
no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, we go
Yes...
Bounce, come on bounce, on boooounce...{repeat}

Put pussy in my faaaace...
And let me you 'till i
the taaaaste...

[xzibit] (verse one)
I am the of the ceremony
So my territory be off to gimmicks
And niggas wack lyrics
And that lack spirits
So pop collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to
Hard act to never the role model the what not
Set up shots my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then changed the of it (yeah)
From the niggas that it to niggas that love it
What choo want it
A reputation a luxurious
Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a wife
You loose stripes when you recite thru your pipes
With action cameras and and your shit ain't tight
on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingd'it it in the vein we dope
Remain smoke, remote with tash and ras kass
Six months of blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus)
Put your in my faaace...and i'll
(let me you laaady)
Lick you I feel the taaaste...
(would you, you)
2x}
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you

[hi-c] (verse two)
I'm a royalty check
Coup smashin', pretty titty assassin
Lookin' for some
If you want compassion, I'll be basshin'
Baby hit me up like 'yo, the fuck happened? '
'was it somethin' I was it my three kids?
You love me no more, was it the wave or the wig? '
I'm tryna be nice, so I'm there thinkin'
But I had to the bitch 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a truck, but you can't buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I hope you don't
But when you do, let me buy them and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, make me start flashin'
Break a off, and have that whole tire slashin'
I'm leather, you're leather, we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em the chorus, homie start bashin'!

(chorus)
Put your in my faaace...and i'll
(let me you laaady)
Lick you 'till I the taaaste...
(would you, you)
2x}
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you
the taste...
Feel the taste...of you