Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I laid B.G.
Oh word, shit a hit, that shit sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin
Yo this the Ghost right my nigga
Damn I missed my nigga call, my messages
this P
To erase this message press seven, to save it nine
Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to you
Jesus 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 more done set it and you stay in in position

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

(SL)
I don't know fuckin wit us
I ain't Gerome but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus

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

(SL)
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but
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 don't reminisce bitch ass, that
Styles verse is the only thing gon it back

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

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

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

(SP)
And nigga I'm 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 nigga, dare you to speak

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

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

(SP)
Nigga I'm well
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 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, and bustin
and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)