Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

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

You get smacked with the hammer, nigga your position
'Fore rigor set in and you stay in position
Nigga, I'll hawk ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my

I don't nobody fuckin' wit us
I Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus
And you couldn't live this and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this

Yo, we in the streets where it's but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Jackson glove
I'm in the 'cause I'm dedicated
If I was you, I woulda never it
I'm holiday, so I'm

We don't reminisce bitch ass, that
Style's verse is the only gon' bring it back
the ghetto show discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay

and S-P in and out, haul for the streets
Turn the up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock shit

Sheek and S-P in and out, for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that
try to front on us, cock that shit

I I'm gettin' older
everybody that I thought was hot
Go the garbage folder
And nigga I'm D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I keep my heat cocked and my lit

The mack out, take a piece of your out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And thugs give a nigga a hug
And say they anyone

You never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face
shaped, red shit hangin' from his waist
Nigga, I'm well
By the time you this, I'll be in jail
But I probably got two cells

Yack in one hand, the other, the lizm
And if I you down and wet you, it's not Baptism
Bitch, this is Mafia, it won't
Till they put you in the dirt with the on top of ya

and SP in and out, haul for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your
Rock shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock shit

Sheek and SP in and out, for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock that

Sheek goin' broke is not in the
I could sell gloves to a with no hands
A lot of niggaz screamin' they wolf but I'm they sheep
I be happy till the niggaz asleep

punch a niggas nose in, duckin' and bustin'
Cuttin' and cussin', hold that, you bitch ass
And I could make the die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue it
That's a fuckin' tie

We turn niggas skin maroon
Pump turn voices like they hit a helium balloon
If is comin', it oughta be now, I swear to God
'Cause all y'all fagot die according to Styles

What nigga you get it for free?
Put money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P
Yeah, that's what's up?
D-Block the death, motherfucker so our gat is up

Sheek and S-P in and out, for the streets
the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
Niggaz try to on us, cock that shit

Sheek and S-P in and out, for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, that shit
try to front on us, cock that shit