Luyện nghe bài hát Chain Gang

Yeah, what the

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

Bad boy
Stay back

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

When I say I my shit, believe it all the way
And the summer times where the Chochas show one in her leg
If you could still, every block in Yonkers be hot still
With miners that will you down faster than cops kill
Niggas still front and step to you, accused
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, cold
give it to you, like a bitch with a disease
that got on her lips and wish and hope you bleed
So if you want it, It!
In the Benz be there, you gonna rot like
a dead Luco (spanish slang) the stairs

Rob]
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, this shit since Stride-on
ass niggas like you, I keep my eye on
I rake em, roll em, like smoke Peter Ross
I hold em, stole em, work hard to be the boss
My fashion is Kumb-a-i, or I'm attackin'
Dukes frontin acting like they then napkins
Spittin', them crimes I stay hittin'
not forgeting, the bullshit crimes and ass
The 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines
Niggas is 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 into you, I to God
It's about time y'all niggas pay to Rob

You can me on the low with a Calico bitch,
I got while she's bagging her shit
Comin' in a '98 wagon, lavender shit
imagine the shit, used to be like the clip
Cop in the the S-C cockin' to dump
You can find me with my coppin' his blunt
When I'm niggas ask which block do I want
My pockets is lumped, me on a yacht with a blunt
What you know daimonds, nigga knockin' the pump
While on my time I learned to market Heron
I'm gettin' valuble, with stuff off the Malibu
Science is the game and it's all
Pearl white Porche, plate "radical"
It's real when the in Cali 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 like Jada, more than 3-ey-doe
get the potatoe and clap at niggas in day-do
You know the flow, where it come from and it go
or where it's gonna be at, where we at
I touch you if you I'm jiggy with the Puff,
move and still sellin' a week so Fuck You!
Three niggas you dont none of make your insides
Feel like the summer you gettin' Dumber &
While we get smarter and smarter, shit harder and harder
Til this rap games like the
I'm Nino, is raw steemed from casinos
And Sheek is the of the Hennisey gambino
We talking millions, you talking
you to stash dope in a sea coach, couldn't play 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 like you to look
Hard body with a purple faced look
Future crook, the same who's boots I took
Juliani aint a joke
You got mad niggas broke, alot of niggas gettin' that
When they it to the lab is it sold to the slab
First felony, you gettin' four and a half