Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, what the

Lox
Sheek Louch, Jadakiss, too
Blackrob, what the fuck, all up in this 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 gonna watch the

When I say I bust my shit, it all the way
And the summer times where the show where one in her leg
If you could walk still, every block in Yonkers be hot
With that will bust you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, falsley
that they shot and you can still be the judge boo
I die for my 354 niggas, the young stoned niggas
Lox are my heart, niggas
give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
that got on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
So if you it, Fuck It!
In the I'll be there, you gonna rot like
a dead (spanish slang) under the stairs

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 sweatin' us, we are four of the
I'm the one that go 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 from Ross
I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My is Kumb-a-i, or else I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they then napkins
Spittin', them bullshit I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the crimes and ass whippings
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines the waistlines
is scared to face mine
See I'm a criminal, so after this
I'ma bend a few, Fuck It! we sin a few?
I put one you, I promise to God
It's about time y'all pay homage to Rob

You can catch me on the low a Calico bitch,
I got flow while she's bagging her
Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender
imagine the shit, used to be packing the clip
Cop in the truck the S-C cockin' to
You can me with my enemy coppin' his blunt
When I'm finished niggas ask which block do I
My pockets is lumped, find me on a yacht a blunt
What you know about daimonds, knockin' 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, plate "radical"
It's real when the in Cali get mad at you
that, Lox from the block want the shit back
And I was in the first place, the hit backs

Let me get back like Jada, more 'rabs than
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in day-do
You know the flow, where it come and where it go
or where it's gonna be at, where we at
I touch you if you think I'm with the Puff,
move and still sellin' forty-thousand a week so You!
niggas you dont want none of make your insides
Feel the summer you gettin' Dumber & Dumber
While we get smarter and smarter, makin' harder and harder
Til this rap games the Carter
I'm Nino, Styles is raw from casinos
And Sheek is the 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 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
Future crook, the nigga who's boots I took
Juliani aint a 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