Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, what the

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

Bad boy
Stay nigga

Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats in my pocket?
stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse that at Rockets
Puff lye I pay dues, that 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 the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
With miners that will bust you down faster than kill
Niggas still front and step to you, 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 give it to you, like a bitch with a
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 Luco (spanish slang) under the stairs

[Black
Yeah yo, I that ass through 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 like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like from Peter Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, hard to be the boss
My is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then
Spittin', them crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace from the waistlines
Niggas is scared to mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this
bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
I put one into you, I to God
It's about time niggas pay homage to Rob

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

Let me get back like Jada, 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod
You know the flow, where it come and where 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 sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' & Dumber
While we get and smarter, makin' shit harder and harder
Til this rap like the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed casinos
And Sheek is the boss of the gambino
We talking millions, you talking
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play though
You the Kiss, on the low in the mist
Blowin' roach and sipping Red Ally and Moe with a
When my niggas'll flip, see how you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to
Hard body with a faced future look
Future crook, the nigga who's boots I took
aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of gettin' that coke
they bring it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you gettin' four and a half