Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

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

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

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

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

We reminisce bitch ass, remember that
verse is the only thing gon' bring it back
Tell the show discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets whistlin'

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

Sheek and S-P in and out, haul for the
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 guess I'm older
'Cause everybody that I 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
it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And thugs give a nigga a hug
And say they anyone

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

Yack in one hand, the other, the lizm
And if I push you down and wet you, not Baptism
Bitch, this is Mafia, it stop
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 fuck up seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
Niggas try to front on us, that shit

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

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

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

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

What nigga you could get it for
Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit 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 bass up and try not to up your seats
Rock shit, every corner, knock that shit
try to front on us, cock that shit

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