Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

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

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

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

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

(SL)
I don't know nobody wit us
I ain't Gerome 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 gun and stay this cold

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

(SP)
I'm in the cause I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda made it
I'm Holiday so I'm

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

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

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

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

(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 time you hear I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)