Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

Yo you gotta hear the I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that shit a hit, shit sound crazy
Yo the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo the Ghost right here my nigga
Damn I my nigga call, check my messages
this P
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Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to you
Jesus boy, one

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

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

(Styles P)
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, to fit in my shoes
And you cowards walk my path

(SL)
I know nobody fuckin wit us
I ain't 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 this cold

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

(SP)
I'm in the hood I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never 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 show
I Sheek 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 up your seats
Rock shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that

(SL)
I guess I'm gettin
Cause everybody that I 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
Raise it to cheek nigga, dare you to speak

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

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

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

(SL)
Yack in one hand, the other the
And If I push you 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)
goin broke is not in the plans
I sell gloves to a nigga with no hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)