Luyện nghe bài hát In/Out (S.P.)

Yeah,
Styles P, you wit me
Hell yeah, let's get 'em,
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 can't walk my path

I don't know 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 and play this role
never part with your gun and stay this cold

Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but
I'm them shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in the 'cause I'm dedicated
If I was you, I woulda never it
I'm holiday, so I'm

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

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

I guess I'm older
'Cause 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 cocked and my lit

The mack out, take a piece of your out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to
Shit, I got plenty
And thugs give a nigga a hug
And say stab anyone

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

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
Till they put you in the with the flowers on top of ya

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

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

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

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

What nigga you could get it for
Put your money up, nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P
Yeah, nigga that's up?
till the death, motherfucker so our gat is up

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