Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, what the

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
lye I pay dues, that nigga with a tattoo
The thin Ha (Yonkers slang), these motherfuckers watch the Little

When I say I bust my shit, it all the way
And the times where 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 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, with the stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, niggas
Sheek give it to you, like a with a disease
that got AIDS on her lips and wish and hope you
So if you want it, It!
In the Benz I'll be there, you gonna rot
a dead (spanish slang) under the stairs

[Black
Yeah yo, I swing 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 four of the
I'm the one that go you for all the cabage
The icon, doing this shit Stride-on
Perpitrating ass niggas like you, I my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke from Ross
Then I hold em, stole em, hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they toughest then
Spittin', bullshit crimes I stay hittin'
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 after this
I'ma bend a few, It! Could we sin a few?
I put one you, I promise to God
It's about y'all niggas pay homage to Rob

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

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