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 rigor mortis set in and you in position
Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, fit in my shoes
And you can't walk my path

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

Yo, we in the where it's nothin' but love
I'm leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in the 'cause I'm dedicated
If I was you, I never made it
I'm holiday, so I'm

We reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Style's verse is the only thing bring it back
the ghetto show discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Rican, bullets stay whistlin'

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
Niggas try to on us, cock that shit

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

I I'm gettin' older
everybody that I thought was hot
Go the garbage folder
And I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I keep my cocked and my blunt lit

The mack out, take a piece of back out
Raise it to cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And thugs that'll a nigga a hug
And say they anyone

You ain't never seen a 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 cells

Yack in one hand, the other, the lizm
And if I push you down and wet you, it's not
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 shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock 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
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

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

We turn 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 fagot niggas die to Styles

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

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