Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

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

You get smacked the hammer, nigga play your position
'Fore mortis 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 know nobody fuckin' wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel the bus
And you couldn't live life and play this role
never part with your gun and stay this cold

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

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

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

I guess I'm older
'Cause everybody that I 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 of your back out
it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got plenty
And thugs that'll a nigga a hug
And say stab anyone

You ain't never seen a nigga jaw from his face
Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' from his
Nigga, I'm well
By the time you hear this, I'll be in
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 put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya

and SP 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 front on us, cock that

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheek and S-P in and out, 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 that