Luyện nghe bài hát In/Out (S.P.)

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

You get smacked the hammer, nigga play your position
'Fore rigor mortis set in and you in position
Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my
And you cowards walk my path

I don't 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 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 hood 'cause I'm
If I was you, I woulda never it
I'm holiday, so I'm

We don't bitch ass, remember that
verse is the only thing gon' bring it back
Tell the ghetto discipline, whattup?
I Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets 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, corner, knock that shit
try to front on us, cock 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
Niggaz try to front on us, cock shit

I I'm gettin' older
'Cause that I thought was hot
Go inside the folder
And nigga I'm D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4
I my heat cocked and my blunt lit

The mack out, take a 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 stab anyone

You ain't never seen a nigga jaw from his face
Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' his waist
Nigga, I'm well
By the you hear this, I'll 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, this is Mafia, it won't
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, corner, knock that shit
Niggas try to front on us, that shit

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

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

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

We turn bitch niggas 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 money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit and P
Yeah, nigga that's up?
D-Block till the death, so our gat is up

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

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