Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, what the

Lox
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, too
Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this fucker

Bad boy
Stay nigga

Ay yo, you want 15 G's stuffed in my pocket?
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you go reherse that at Rockets
lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little

When I say I my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every in Yonkers be hot still
With miners that will you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and to you, falsley accused
that they just shot and you can still be the boo
I die for my 354 niggas, with the stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, cold
Sheek give it to you, like a bitch a disease
that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you
So if you it, Fuck It!
In the I'll be there, you gonna rot like
a dead Luco (spanish slang) the stairs

Rob]
Yeah yo, I that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, was looking for the Hee Haw
is sweatin' us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one go stick you for all the cabage
The icon, this shit since Stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, work to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm
Dukes frontin acting like toughest then napkins
Spittin', bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the
Niggas is scared to mine
See I'm a criminal, so this interview
I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! we sin a few?
I put one into you, I to God
It's about time y'all niggas pay to Rob

You can catch me on the low with a bitch,
I got while she's bagging her shit
Comin' in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
the shit, used to be like packing the clip
Cop in the the S-C cockin' to dump
You can find me with my coppin' his blunt
When I'm finished niggas ask block do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht a blunt
What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the
While on my spare I learned to market Heron
I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate stuff off the Malibu
Science is the game and it's all
white Porche, licence plate "radical"
It's real when the fedaral-ies in get mad at you
forget that, Lox the block want the shit back
And I was in the first place, feeling the hit

Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs 3-ey-doe
get the and clap at niggas in brod day-do
You know the flow, it come from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, that's we at
I you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so You!
Three niggas you dont want none of your insides
Feel like the you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
we get smarter and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
Til rap games like the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw from casinos
And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey
We talking millions, you talking
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play though
You know the Kiss, on the low in the
Blowin' roach and sipping Red and Moe with a bitch
When my flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the on like you used to look
Hard body with a purple faced future
Future crook, the same nigga boots I took
aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas that coke
When bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you gettin' four and a half