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
'Fore rigor mortis set in and you in position
Nigga, hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my

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

Yo, we in the where it's nothin' but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson
I'm in the hood I'm dedicated
If I was you, I never made it
I'm holiday, so I'm

We don't bitch ass, remember that
Style's verse is the only thing bring it back
the ghetto show discipline, whattup?
I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, stay whistlin'

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

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

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

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

You ain't never a nigga jaw hangin' from his face
Sausage shaped, red hangin' from his waist
Nigga, I'm well
By the you hear this, I'll be in jail
But I got two cells connected

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

and SP in and out, haul 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 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, that shit

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

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

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

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

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