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 back

Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats in my pocket?
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go reherse at Rockets
Puff lye I pay dues, 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 the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every in Yonkers be hot still
With miners will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, falsley
that they just shot and you can still be the boo
I die for my 354 niggas, the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, niggas
Sheek give it to you, like a with a disease
that got AIDS on her and wish and hope you bleed
So if you it, Fuck It!
In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot
a dead (spanish slang) under the stairs

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

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

Let me get back like Jada, more than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in brod
You the flow, where it come from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, where we at
I you if you think I'm jiggy with the Puff,
move and sellin' forty-thousand a week so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont want none of make insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber &
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' harder and harder
Til this rap games the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw steemed from
And is the boss of the Hennisey gambino
We talking millions, you C-notes
you used to stash dope in a sea coach, play 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 to look
Hard body a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same who's boots I took
Juliani aint a motherfuckin'
You got mad niggas broke, alot of gettin' that coke
When they bring it to the lab is it to the slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a