Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

Yeah,
Styles P, you wit me
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 walk my path

I don't nobody fuckin' wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you gon' feel like the bus
And you couldn't live this life and play role
Like part with your gun and stay this cold

Yo, we in the streets it's nothin' but love
I'm them shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in the hood I'm dedicated
If I was you, I woulda never 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 show discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay

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

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

I guess I'm older
'Cause everybody I thought was hot
Go inside the garbage
And nigga I'm D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I keep my heat and my blunt lit

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

You ain't seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face
shaped, red shit hangin' from his waist
Nigga, I'm connected
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, is Mafia, it won't stop
Till put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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