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 mortis set in and you stay in
Nigga, I'll hawk ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my

I don't know nobody wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' like the bus
And you couldn't live this life and this role
Like never part with your gun and 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 made it
I'm holiday, so I'm

We don't reminisce bitch ass, that
Style's verse is the only gon' bring it back
Tell the ghetto discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Rican, bullets stay whistlin'

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

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

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

The mack out, a piece of your back out
Raise it to your nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got plenty
And that'll give a nigga a hug
And say stab anyone

You ain't never seen a nigga jaw from his face
shaped, red shit hangin' from his waist
Nigga, I'm connected
By the you hear 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, this is Mafia, it won't
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 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 up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that
Niggas try to front on us, that shit

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

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

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

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

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