Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, the fuck?

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, bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers watch the Little

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

[Black
yo, I swing that ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, was looking for the Hee Haw
Lads is sweatin' us, we are four of the
I'm the one that go stick you for all the
The icon, doing shit since Stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, smoke from Peter Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm
frontin acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit crimes I hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace from the waistlines
Niggas is scared to mine
See I'm a criminal, so after interview
I'ma bend a few, It! Could we sin a few?
I put one you, I promise to God
about time y'all niggas pay homage to Rob

You can catch me on the low a Calico bitch,
I got flow while she's her shit
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, shit
imagine the shit, used to be packing the clip
Cop in the the S-C cockin' to dump
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his
When I'm finished niggas ask which do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a with a blunt
What you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the
While on my time I learned to market Heron
I'm gettin' valuble, celebrate with stuff off the
Science is the game and all mathematical
Pearl white Porche, plate "radical"
It's real when the in Cali get mad at you
that, Lox from the block want the shit back
And I was in the place, feeling the hit backs

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