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 play your
'Fore rigor set in and you stay in position
Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't my path

I know nobody fuckin' wit us
I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you gon' feel like the bus
And you couldn't this life and play this role
Like part with your gun and stay this cold

Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but
I'm them leather shits, you the 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, remember
Style's is the only thing gon' bring it back
Tell the ghetto show discipline,
I said gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin'

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, cock that

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

I guess I'm older
'Cause everybody I thought was hot
Go the garbage folder
And I'm from 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, dare you to
Shit, I got plenty
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 from his waist
Nigga, I'm connected
By the you hear this, I'll be in jail
But I probably got two cells

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you could get it for free?
Put your up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P
Yeah, that's what's up?
D-Block till the death, 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 shit
Niggaz try to front on us, that shit

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