Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Related

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

[Verse 1: Ross]

I don't know murs but I know
I bet a new that I know all you niggas first
Fake tough it ain't even in your blood
Sex money murder all them give me love
Out in Chi-town all G's get cabbage
Just dough gave 'em king pin status
on these rappers undercover faggots
And I brought some work with me for the questions keep askin'
Masarati blue it the denim in the fashion
Make haters but that mack 11 laughin'
a few stars
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
wanna text
I wanna talk
Got the burner in the in the middle of New York
Better hear the cause it's deeper than the rap
I got that eat your way cheaper than this stack
Mob
See the dress
I don't say shit
I'm Marc
I'm so
And there's no
I sold dope in my own complex
ya a star better come and join the mob
You know the rules a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl bling but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom that boy when girl was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and rings to me
Everyday another hater say they gonna do to me
Please I'm west chillin' my booya trap
Niggas a who where what
Not ya'll
Got me up
Benz coup or up
Head shoota run up on ya point buck buck
Fuck a blog my a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a
Boy
I ain't move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the head
I squeeze ya neck down numbin
I deal now
Told my young boy I my steal down
Started with a steer
Ended up page everybody stomped in the warehouse
My alibi told the courts know my whereabouts
by many loved by few
I'm blazin Bentley til get me I don't care about you bro
do me if I ain't squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that keep my bucks bankin'
That's the game to precede a new
New cash touch my ass your arm
Shout out to the homies flaggin' on the side
Brought my fortunes to New York on the west side
on Miami Beach
Ballin' like Heat
Everybody know trip you see Miami streets