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 stay in
Nigga, I'll hawk ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards walk my path

I know nobody fuckin' 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 play role
Like never part with your gun and this cold

Yo, we in the streets where it's but love
I'm leather 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
Tell the show discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, stay whistlin'

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
Niggas try to front on us, cock shit

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
Niggaz try to on us, cock that shit

I I'm gettin' 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 mack out, a piece of your back out
it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got guns
And thugs that'll give a a hug
And say stab anyone

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

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

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

and SP 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
Niggas try to on us, cock that shit

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

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

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

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

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

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, knock shit
Niggas try to front on us, that shit