Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

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

You get smacked with the hammer, play your position
rigor mortis set in and you stay in position
Nigga, I'll your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards walk my path

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

Yo, we in the streets it's nothin' but love
I'm leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in the 'cause I'm dedicated
If I was you, I woulda made it
I'm holiday, so I'm

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

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

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

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

The mack out, take a of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And thugs that'll give a 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 connected
By the time you hear this, be in jail
But I probably got two connected

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

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

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

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

I'll punch a niggas nose in, duckin' and
and cussin', hold that, you bitch ass nigga
And I make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your through it
That's a neck tie

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

What nigga you could get it for
Put your money up, ain't 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, haul for the
the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, that shit
Niggaz try to on us, cock that shit

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