Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

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

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

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

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

(SL)
I don't nobody 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
never part with your gun and stay this cold

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

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

(SL)
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember
Styles is the only thing gon bring 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, knock that
Niggaz try to front on us, cock shit

(SL)
I I'm gettin older
Cause everybody I thought was hot go inside the garbage 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, a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, you to speak

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

(SL)
You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his
Sausage shaped red shit hangin 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 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 with no

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

(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, pull tongue through it
That's a fuckin tie

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)