Luyện nghe bài hát In/Out (S.P.)

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

You get smacked with the hammer, play your position
rigor mortis set in and you stay in position
Nigga, I'll hawk ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my

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

We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember
Style's verse is the only thing bring it back
the ghetto show discipline, whattup?
I said 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 seats
Rock that shit, every corner, that shit
Niggas try to front on us, that shit

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

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

The mack out, take a piece of back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, you to speak
Shit, I got plenty
And thugs give a nigga a hug
And say stab anyone

You ain't seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face
shaped, red shit hangin' from his waist
Nigga, I'm connected
By the time you hear this, be in jail
But I got two cells connected

Yack in one hand, with the other, the
And if I you down and wet you, it's not Baptism
Bitch, this is Mafia, it won't
Till they put you in the dirt with the on top of ya

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

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

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

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

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

Sheek and S-P in and out, haul for the
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

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 that
try to front on us, cock that shit