Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

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

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

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

Yo, we in the streets it's nothin' but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson
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 ass, remember that
Style's verse is the only thing gon' it back
Tell the ghetto show discipline,
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay

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

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

I I'm gettin' older
everybody that I thought was hot
Go inside the garbage
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 stab anyone

You ain't never seen a jaw hangin' from his face
Sausage shaped, red shit from his waist
Nigga, I'm connected
By the you hear this, I'll be in jail
But I got two cells connected

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

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

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

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

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 tongue through it
That's a fuckin' tie

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

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

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

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, knock that
try to front on us, cock that shit