Luyện nghe bài hát In and Out (S.P.)

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

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

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

Yo, we in the streets where 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 never made it
I'm holiday, so I'm

We don't bitch ass, remember that
Style's verse is the only thing gon' bring it
Tell the ghetto discipline, whattup?
I said gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay 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, knock that
Niggas 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 shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, that shit

I guess I'm older
everybody that 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, take a piece of back out
Raise it to your nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And thugs that'll give a a hug
And say they anyone

You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' his face
Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' from his
Nigga, I'm well
By the time you hear this, be in jail
But I probably got two cells

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

and SP 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
Niggas try to front on us, cock that

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

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

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

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

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
Niggaz try to on us, cock that shit

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