Luyện nghe bài hát In/Out (S.P.)

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

You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your
'Fore rigor mortis set in and you 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 Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus
And you couldn't live this life and play this
Like never 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 hood 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 gon' bring it
the ghetto show 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 front on us, that shit

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

I guess I'm older
'Cause that I thought 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 out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to
Shit, I got plenty
And thugs that'll a nigga a hug
And say stab anyone

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

in one hand, with 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

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 that
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 your
that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try to front on us, that shit

Sheek goin' is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a with no hands
A lot of screamin' they wolf but I'm feelin' they sheep
I be happy till 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 bitch skin maroon
Pump turn niggas voices like hit a helium balloon
If Christ is comin', it oughta be now, I to God
all y'all fagot niggas die according to Styles

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

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

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