Luyện nghe bài hát In/Out (S.P.)

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

You get with the hammer, nigga 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 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 this life and play this
Like never part with your gun and stay cold

Yo, we in the streets it's nothin' but love
I'm them 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 don't reminisce bitch ass, that
Style's verse is the only thing bring it back
the ghetto show discipline, whattup?
I Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin'

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
Niggas 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
Niggaz try to on us, cock that shit

I guess I'm older
'Cause everybody I thought was hot
Go inside the garbage
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 nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And that'll give a nigga a hug
And say stab anyone

You never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face
Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' his waist
Nigga, I'm well
By the you hear this, I'll be in jail
But I probably got two 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 won't
Till they put you in the 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
that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock that

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

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

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

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

What you could get it for free?
Put your money up, nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P
Yeah, nigga that's up?
till 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 fuck up your
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that
Niggaz try to 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, every corner, that shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock shit