Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

Ayo, I been spittin' this rap shit for too
To let y'all get me hot under my collar through songs
And don't get it twisted
My Magnum practice Operation Lockdown
And don't you clowns ever it

The other half'll feel my brother's that we break through
And always been the type to take you there like Warren
Blow spots no glock, the show stop when domes pop
You should of stayed your ass bop, you got a flow, not

I set it off on a like the Sentinel
'Cause I was sent to do, murder the sayin' I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my nocturnal
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just

Too late to run and to Rev. Run
Some blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to
murder with the unheard-a, lyritifical
Beneficial that you pursue the issue

The ninth thought as to rip the bits 'n' kibbles
I kick ass more than a little, my riddle
Your a dead vegetable when I hit you
Doin' like I do, bringin' Noyz to my acquittal

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC no referee
tested me, can't let him get the best of me
Wit accuracy, attack an MC
Spittin' like I emptied the M-1 the M-P

Wit no apology, unload on property, causing atrocity
At a rapid velocity, artillery, military anatomy
After you battle me call me your for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping

Tackling the majority, bomb authority
More than minority, S-T got
Rhymin' since and quality
With college

out to all the enemy, we killin' all a dem
Kill out to all the enemy, don't if it's enemy or friend

Doc ain't but the truth, 100% when I get bent
possible that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money your mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot who whip ass

coppers, it's mandatory, that D O C stay shittin'
Laws and lows to keep you on my di-dick
My foes stay foes so all you need to quit it
Doc shines, hot lines, and jackers and get it

And one move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the area
Act up, my MFC niggas'll to bury ya
Ain't scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga

Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece
I cut niggas like class and glass from dirty
Runnin through streets high-speed at full throttle
Ghetto role models, so the fuck y'all tellin me

Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe
Fuck trees man, I smoke too much
I lay my raps, get my traps, then I the dutch
Y'all boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the save that ass when the shit get hot

It's Lidu

Many I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It be because I'm skinny
But I'll fuck you up Henny and Remmy
If any of trash, we'll scream, "Gimme"

To any who make it hard to get away Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, with a swift into track, it cracks
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin' smoke
how my gats be

Tactics, I crack are phenomenal
Ask peeps, what kinda drama do the Bummy Jab
He'll ya, the boy 'cause straight Heltah Skeltah
I got the block sweltering and hot like beyotch when I felt her

So don't wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead
bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for I got nuttin' but lead-o
And stop fuckin' askin' me why Ruck cut his
It's up in the air, we buckin' from here to where you at
In a jet black, expedition to get some get back

out to all our enemies, we killin' all a dem
Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if it's or friend

My mind's impervious to submission
in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa in collision
The scene could get bloody, two with one mission

I stomps through the slums of mother Medina
Push weed to stack funds for my mother
Rustee Jux-man, mercenary
Some say it's rap, some say legendary

The that run with me, attack with guns swiftly
My legion niggas got smacked on one-fifty
Cold mashin', straight blastin', steady
I rose to large drug dealin' from petty

Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin' brothers for
Operation generation down to the of your grandson
And blow off like a handgun, hittin' at random
Damn son, got love for thugs singin' my

I amp them, my raps spectacular
Forever clappin' the rapper that's like he Dracula
You see what to all of these fake rhyme fashioners
I bring to niggas that's claimin' they done mastered the

Art, who's the on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna
Big gram and knee low, on the d-low
black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it
You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked
You start yappin, get your snatched for flashin'

Straight extorted, an IRS audit
You never gonna that gun, so why you bought it?

See you came frolic, but you show fake love
Like the Feds try to get close and lay bugs
Try to skate but got on, you had to lay
Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and

Me and my ride up and down St. James like a pack of Great Danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take gold frames
Spit in your and I'm a have to smack flames
Out your ass for tryin to and plus play games
(Word up)

We Connecticut, ain't even sweatin' it
up your bags bitch, come with some better shit
Son them niggas probably right now, for real regretting it
I want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin' it

Niggas on my dick so much I a saddle
We can take it to the
(Word up, up)
Bring heat, battle

For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty in it
If you platinum you can drive me Manhattan while I hit it
Everywhere I go, I let 'em know Starang's the

Over thousand fans and ain't never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the
Y'all takin' us out? Y'all smokin' the shit

Retreat, retreat, all pussy boys,
Magnum Force come to take
Retreat, retreat, all boys, retreat
Force come to take over

SEAN P, you better recognize, I be wreckin'
Fuckin' still breathin' up your pesticides
Like D-Con, see Sean be on some from day one
Spray guns at style niggas who actin' gay son

Ruck made the paper, you could turn to one
Butt-fuckin chick wit a mothafuckin' gauge son
Who said that? Ruck wack shit, aiyyo dead that
For the headcrack, leave your face lumpy like Craig

I read that, niggas want aiyyo so get back
?Happen in? person cause I'm hurtin' who said that
You fuckin' wet back, smack you wit the fuck med's
Then have sex at, the same place I my Lex at

The black gene, green socks
Serve the fans like servin' fiend rock
Understand the scene is locked, when you bolt
Hit em in the throat, 'em like the jet black colt

Through the jungle, it's another rumble I set it so free
And flee his body back to the OGC
I never of that nigga, in the first place
I hit him in the place, hid the waste

Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a dealer
So for real-a, on wit the nine mill-a
Straight give a nigga shit
Heads come off the wit one stroke

Two tokes from the mack
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', start slippin' now
Fool keep

It's not over, not over, oh oh

Yo it was on to the next
Spit ink on a page, hostile
No sugar and like lemonade
Bing came to me in a dream he "come clean"

So I and praise, I'm on my way
Gat and pick out the gate
I see yo say, "You back up on your duty?"
Yo my mouth spittin' arson, new is startin'

But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg pardon
like Marv, I'm on the job
First rob and thug mothafuckers licked the
Be that, when I clap back time
I it deeply, for my niggas I left behind

I rep for mine, son feel the shine
Can't say no 'cause all my niggas is on my mind
Yo I'm all me sonny, hand me money
Ha, ha, and yo' ass here to poppa