Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

Yo you gotta hear the I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, that sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin
Yo the Ghost right here my nigga
I missed my nigga call, check my messages
Yeah P
To erase this message press seven, to it press nine
Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus boy, one

Yeah,
Styles P you wit me
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, go

(Sheek Louch)
You get with the hammer nigga play your position
'fore ruger done set it and you stay in in position

(Styles P)
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, to fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my

(SL)
I don't know nobody wit us
I ain't Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus

(SP)
And you couldn't live this life and play role
Like never part with gun and stay this cold

(SL)
Yo we in the streets where nothin but love
I'm leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove

(SP)
I'm in the cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm

(SL)
We don't reminisce ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it

(SP)
Tell the ghetto discipline
I said gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin

(Chorus x2)
and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your
Rock shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, that shit

(SL)
I guess I'm older
Cause everybody I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder

(SP)
And nigga I'm D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I my heat cock, and my blunt lit

(SL)
The mack out, a piece of your back out
it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak

(SP)
Shit I got plenty
And thugs that'll give a a hug and say they stab anyone

(SL)
You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his
Sausage shaped red hangin from his waist

(SP)
Nigga I'm connected
By the time you hear this be in jail but I probly got two cells

(SL)
Yack in one hand, the other the
And If I you down and wet you it's not baptism

(SP)
this is mafia
It stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya

(Chorus)
(SL)
Sheek goin broke is not in the
I could sell gloves to a with no hands

(SP)
A lot of niggaz they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the niggaz

(SL)
I'll punch a niggaz in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass

(SP)
And I could the best die
Cut your throat open, pull tongue through it
That's a fuckin tie

(SL)
We bitch niggaz skin maroon
Pump turn voices like they hit a helium balloon

(SP)
If Christ is comin it be now, I swear to God
all why'all faggot niggaz die according to Styles

(SL)
What you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't fuckin wit Louch and P

(SP)
nigga that's what's up
D-Block til the motherfucker so our gats is up

(Chorus)