Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Forget

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

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

(Sheek Louch)
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play position
ruger 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 cowards can't my path

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

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

(SL)
Yo we in the where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael 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 ass, remember that
Styles verse is the thing gon bring it back

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

(Chorus x2)
and SP in and out, all for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your
Rock that shit, every corner, knock 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 garbage

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

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

(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 nigga jaw hangin his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin his waist

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

(SL)
Yack in one hand, the other the
And If I you down 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)
Sheek goin broke is not in the
I could sell 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 asleep

(SL)
I'll punch a nose in, duckin and bustin
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 niggaz skin maroon
Pump niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon

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

(SL)
What 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 death so our gats is up

(Chorus)