Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, what the

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

Bad boy
Stay back

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

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

[Black
Yeah yo, I swing that ass the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, y'all was 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, em, like smoke from Peter Ross
Then I em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace from the waistlines
Niggas is to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this
I'ma a few, Fuck 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 bagging her
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, 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 enemy his blunt
I'm finished niggas ask which block do I want
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht with a
What you about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my spare I learned to market Heron
I'm valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
Science is the game and all mathematical
Pearl white Porche, plate "radical"
real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
forget that, Lox from the block want the shit
And I was in the place, feeling the hit backs

Let me get like Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in day-do
You know the flow, where it from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, where we at
I touch you if you think I'm with the Puff,
move and still sellin' forty-thousand a so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont want none of make insides
Feel like the summer you 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 is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
We millions, you talking C-notes
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play sweet
You the Kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a
When my flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to
Hard body with a purple faced future
crook, the same nigga who's boots I took
Juliani aint a motherfuckin'
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that
When they bring it to the lab is it to the slab
First felony, you still four and a half