Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

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

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

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

Too to run and turn to Rev. Run
blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven
Straight murder with the unheard-a,
that you never pursue the issue

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

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

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

the majority, bomb with authority
More than minority, S-T got
since knowledge and quality
With college

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

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

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D O C 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 come and get it

And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state
Act up, my MFC have to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight

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

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

It's Lidu

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

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

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

So don't wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead
I'll bend your body like Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but
And stop fuckin' askin' me why cut his dreads
up in the air, we buckin' from here to where you rest at
In a jet black, expedition fishin' to get some get

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

My militant mind's impervious to
Maintain in the rank, in this division
Killa in collision
The scene get bloody, two teams with one mission

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 legendary

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

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

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

Art, the next on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas start
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 get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your shine for flashin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two tokes the mack tilly
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from 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
ink on a page, hostile rage
No sugar and sour lemonade
Bing came to me in a he said "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 shit is

But shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon
like Marv, I'm on the job
First rob and mothafuckers licked the knob
Be like that, I clap back time
I it deeply, for my niggas I left behind

I rep for mine, son feel the shine
say no names '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