Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

Ayo, I been this rap shit for too long
To let heads get me hot under my collar through songs
And best don't get it
My Magnum Force practice Operation
And you clowns ever forget it

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

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

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

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

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no
Devil tested me, let him get the best of me
Wit accuracy, I'll an MC
Spittin' like I emptied the M-1 the M-P

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

Tackling the majority, with authority
More than minority, S-T got
Rhymin' since knowledge and
college degree

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

Doc nuttin' 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 where your mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot who whip ass

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, D O C stay shittin'
Laws and lows to keep you on my di-dick
My foes foes so all you jacks 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, the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC have to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight

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

Misdemeanor cats wit raps, felonies
sellin trees man, I smoke too much
I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the
niggas boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the money save that ass the shit get hot

It's Rock

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

To any who make it hard to get like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, a swift into your track, it cracks
And morse code, I'm sendin' smoke signals
That's how my be

Tactics, I piece are phenomenal
Ask peeps, what kinda do the Bummy Jab wreak
He'll tell ya, the boy 'cause Heltah Skeltah
I got the block sweltering and hot like your beyotch I felt her

So don't fuck wit my head, got static I'm you dead
bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but
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 fishin' to get some get

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

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

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

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

Well the five-eight, hands I'm holdin' brothers for ransom
Operation generation down to the seeds of grandson
And off like a handgun, hittin' niggas at random
son, got love for thugs singin' my anthem

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

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

it's the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we it happen
You rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your shine for flashin'

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

See you came home frolic, but you show fake
Like the Feds try to get close and lay down
Try to but got schemed on, you had to lay
Didn't niggas got Desert E's and PK's

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

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

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

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

Over three-hundred fans and ain't never had a hit
H. is the name, MFC's the click
Y'all niggas takin' us out? Y'all the shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

Need a killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer
So for real-a, on point wit the mill-a
Straight give a nigga shit
Heads come off the ?lean? wit one

Two tokes from the mack
Give a two to the belly
Stop, look and like the shot from your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', don't start now
Fool keep

It's not over, not over, oh oh

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

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

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

I rep for mine, here son the shine
say no names 'cause all my niggas is on my mind
Yo I'm all about me sonny, hand me
Ha, ha, and bring yo' ass here to