Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, the fuck?

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

Bad boy
Stay nigga

Ay yo, you want 15 G's thats in my pocket?
Nigga stop it, that bullshit you talking go that at Rockets
Puff lye I pay dues, that nigga with a
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 the Chochas show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every in Yonkers be hot still
miners that will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still and step to you, falsley accused
that just shot and you can still be the judge boo
I die for my 354 niggas, the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, niggas
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 I'll be there, you gonna rot
a dead Luco (spanish slang) under the

Rob]
Yeah yo, I swing that ass the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, was looking for the Hee Haw
Lads is us, we are four of the baddest
I'm the one that go you for all the cabage
The icon, doing this shit since
ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, 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 acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines the waistlines
Niggas is scared to face
See I'm a criminal, so this interview
bend a few, Fuck It! Could we sin a few?
I put one you, I promise to God
It's about time y'all niggas pay to Rob

You can catch me on the low with a bitch,
I got flow while she's her shit
Comin' in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
the shit, used to be like packing the clip
Cop in the truck the S-C to dump
You can find me with my coppin' his blunt
When I'm finished niggas ask which do I want
My pockets is lumped, me on a yacht with 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
is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl white Porche, licence "radical"
It's when the fedaral-ies 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 Jada, more 'rabs than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and at niggas in brod day-do
You the flow, where it come from and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, that's 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 want none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you Dumber & Dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' harder and harder
Til this rap like the Carter
I'm Nino, is raw steemed from casinos
And Sheek is the boss of the Hennisey
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 Red Ally and Moe with a bitch
When my flip, see how cute you look,
In the box with the suit on like you used to
body with a purple faced future look
Future crook, the same nigga boots I took
aint a motherfuckin' joke
You got mad niggas broke, of niggas gettin' that coke
When they bring it to the lab is it to the slab
First felony, you still gettin' four and a