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 your position
'Fore rigor mortis set in and you stay in
Nigga, I'll your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you can't walk my path

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 this life and play this
Like never part with your gun and stay this

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 ass, remember that
Style's is the only thing gon' bring it back
Tell the ghetto discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, stay whistlin'

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 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 up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
Niggaz try to front on us, that shit

I guess I'm older
'Cause that I thought was hot
Go inside the garbage
And I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I keep my cocked and my blunt 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 they anyone

You ain't never 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

Yack in one hand, with the other, the
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
the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock shit
try to front on us, cock that shit

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 shit
Niggas try to on us, cock that shit

Sheek goin' broke is not in the
I could sell gloves to a nigga 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 could make the die
Cut your throat open, pull tongue through it
a fuckin' neck tie

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

What you could get it for free?
Put money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P
Yeah, nigga what's up?
D-Block 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
Rock that shit, corner, knock that shit
Niggaz try to front on us, cock that

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