Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, the fuck?

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

Bad boy
Stay back

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

When I say I my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times where the show where one in her leg
If you could still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
With miners will bust you down faster than cops kill
still front 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, cold
Sheek give it to you, like a bitch a disease
got AIDS on her lips and wish 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 ass through the E-R, now I'm out the D-R
heared in New York, y'all was 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 this since Stride-on
ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, em, like smoke 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 acting like they toughest then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit crimes I stay
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace from the waistlines
Niggas is to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so this interview
I'ma bend a few, 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 she's bagging her shit
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender
imagine the shit, used to be like packing the
Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to
You can find me with my enemy coppin' his
When I'm finished niggas ask block do I want
My pockets is lumped, me on a yacht with a blunt
you know about daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my spare time I learned to market
I'm valuble, celebrate with stuff off the Malibu
is the game and it's all mathematical
Pearl Porche, licence plate "radical"
real when the fedaral-ies in Cali get mad at you
forget that, Lox from the block want the back
And I was in the first place, feeling the hit

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