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, nigga play position
'Fore mortis set in and you stay in position
Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my

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 this life and play this role
Like part with your gun and stay this cold

Yo, we in the streets it's nothin' but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael 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 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

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

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

I guess I'm gettin'
'Cause that I thought was hot
Go inside the garbage
And I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I my heat cocked 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 never seen a jaw hangin' from his face
Sausage shaped, red shit from his waist
Nigga, I'm well
By the you hear this, I'll be in jail
But I probably got two cells

Yack in one hand, with the other, the
And if I you down and wet you, it's not Baptism
Bitch, this is Mafia, it won't
Till they put you in the dirt 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
that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try to front on us, that shit

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

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

I'll punch a niggas in, duckin' and bustin'
Cuttin' and cussin', hold that, you bitch ass
And I could make the die
Cut your throat open, pull your through it
a fuckin' neck tie

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

What nigga you could get it for
Put your money up, nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P
Yeah, that's what's up?
D-Block till the death, 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, knock that
Niggaz try to front on us, that shit

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