Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Related

[Intro: Ross]
to coast instrumental
Red and blue it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD's it ain't nothing but love
music is deeper than the rap nigga

[Verse 1: Ross]

I don't know but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I all you niggas first
Fake guys it ain't even in your blood
Sex murder all them niggas give me love
Out in Chi-town all G's get cabbage
indicted dough gave 'em king pin status
Shittin' on these rappers undercover
And I brought some work with me for the questions keep askin'
Masarati blue it match the denim in the
Make haters smile but that 11 laughin'
a few stars
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
wanna text
I never talk
Got the in the winter in the middle of New York
Better the facts cause it's deeper than the rap
I got people that eat way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the code
I don't say twice
I'm Marc
I'm so
And there's no
I sold dope in my own complex
Before ya a star come and join the mob
You know the rules wack a nigga and you get a car
Ya girl wanted bling but ya girl a fling
I'm a boom that boy that girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Ecko]
Breitling flooded and rings nothing to me
Everyday another hater say they gonna do to me
Please I'm west chillin' with my trap
Niggas scared a who where
Not ya'll
Got me up
Benz or trucked up
shoota run up on ya point blank buck buck
Fuck a blog my cars a hundred
Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a
Boy
I gotta move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze from ya neck numbin
I deal now
Told my young boy I my steal down
Started a steer down
Ended up page everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi Ross told the courts know my
Feared by loved by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I don't care you bro
I'ma do me if I squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that yayo keep my bucks
That's the to precede a new squad
New touch my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the flaggin' on the left side
Brought my to New York villa on the west side
Condo on Beach
Ballin' Miami Heat
Everybody know trip you see runnin' Miami