Luyện nghe bài hát In/Out (S.P.)

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

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

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

Yo, we in the streets where it's 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 gon' it back
Tell the ghetto discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets whistlin'

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

I guess I'm gettin'
everybody that I thought was hot
Go inside the garbage
And I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I my heat cocked and my blunt lit

The out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit, I got plenty
And thugs that'll a nigga a hug
And say they stab

You never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face
Sausage shaped, red shit from his waist
Nigga, I'm well
By the time you hear this, I'll be in
But I probably got two connected

in one hand, with the other, the lizm
And if I push you and wet you, it's not Baptism
Bitch, is Mafia, it won't 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 your
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
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 up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
Niggas try to front on us, cock shit

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

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

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

What you could get it for free?
Put your 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, for the streets
the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that
Niggaz try to front on us, cock shit

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