Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(SP)
I'm in the hood cause I'm
If I was you I woulda never it
I'm so I'm celebrated

(SL)
We reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles is the only thing gon bring it back

(SP)
Tell the show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets whistlin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(SP)
Bitch this is
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt 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 they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be til the niggaz asleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)