Luyện nghe bài hát In My Face

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

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

[xzibit] (verse one)
I am the master of the
So my territory be off limits to
And with wack lyrics
And that lack spirits
So pop collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, I'm at ya and hard to swallow
Hard act to never the role model the what not
Set up shots my way to the top, pa-da pow!
Then the direction of it (yeah)
the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it
What choo want it
A a luxurious life
Maybe find you a hoe that you transform into a house wife
You loose stripes you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and shit ain't tight
It's on on 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 full blast bitch, dat ass!...ha ha

(chorus)
Put your pussy in my faaace...and
(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

(verse two) {3:24}
I'm a royalty check
deville smashin', pretty titty assassin
Lookin' for action
If you want compassion, I'll be basshin'
hit me up like 'yo, what the fuck happened? '
'was it somethin' I did? was it my kids?
You don't love me no more, was it the or the wig? '
I'm tryna be nice, so I'm there thinkin'
But I had to tell the bitch your breath be stinkin' (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin' they last, tryna for ass
You bought a truck, but you can't buy gas
is a bitch, I hope you don't crash
But when you do, let me buy them and slap 'em on my jag
When it come to fasion, don't make me start
Break a bitch off, and have that whole slashin'
I'm leather, leather, together we be clashin'
Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, 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