Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

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

Yeah,
P you wit me dog?
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, want to fit in my
And you can't walk my path

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

(SP)
And you live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this

(SL)
Yo we in the where it's nothin but love
I'm them 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 bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it

(SP)
Tell the show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, 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 that shit, corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that

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

(SP)
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on
I keep my heat cock, and my lit

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

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

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

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

(SL)
Yack in one hand, the the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you not baptism

(SP)
Bitch this is
It won't til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya

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

(SP)
A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin sheep
I be happy til the niggaz asleep

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

(SP)
And I make the best die
Cut throat open, pull your tongue through it
a fuckin neck tie

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

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

(SL)
What nigga you could get it for
Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit and P

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

(Chorus)