Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

Ayo, I been spittin' this rap for too long
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar through
And best get it twisted
My Force practice Operation Lockdown
And you clowns ever forget it

The other half'll feel my brother's wrath that we through
And always been the type to take you there Warren Staples
Blow with no glock, the show stop 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 sent to do, murder the sayin' I'm merciful
I wrote a few, in my nocturnal state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just

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

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

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no
tested me, can't 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, mental artillery, military
After you battle me call me majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping

the majority, bomb with authority
More minority, S-T got seniority
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 enemy or friend

Doc ain't nuttin' but the truth, 100% when I get
It's possible 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 Reps who ass

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

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

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

Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe
Fuck sellin trees man, I 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 ass when the shit get hot

It's Rock

Many think I ain't got it in me I'm plenty-friendly
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 away Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, with a swift into track, it cracks
And creeps morse code, I'm smoke signals
how my gats be

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

So don't fuck wit my head, got I'm buckin' you dead
I'll bend your like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for I got nuttin' but lead-o
And stop fuckin' askin' me why cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin' 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 matter if it's or friend

My militant mind's to submission
Maintain in the rank, glorious in division
Killa in collision
The scene could get bloody, two teams one mission

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

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

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

I amp them, spittin' my spectacular
Forever clappin' the rapper that's bitin' like he
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 next on my to mark
You know I wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start
Big gram and knee low, on the d-low
Rollin in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

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

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

See you came home frolic, but you show fake
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 St. James like a pack of Great Danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas your gold frames
Spit in face and I'm a have to smack flames
Out your ass for tryin to laugh and play games
(Word up)

We ain't Connecticut, ain't even it
Pack up bags bitch, come with some better shit
Son them niggas probably home right now, for 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 your heat,

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

Over three-hundred thousand fans and never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the
Y'all niggas takin' us out? smokin' the shit

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

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

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

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

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

Through the jungle, it's another when I set it so free
And from his body back to the OGC
I never heard of that nigga, in the place
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
Straight give a guillotine shit
Heads come off the wit one stroke

Two tokes from the tilly
Give a mothafucker two to the
Stop, look and like the shot from your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', start slippin' now
keep flippin'

It's not over, not over, oh oh

Yo it was on to the phase
Spit ink on a page, hostile
No sugar and sour 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 back up on duty?"
Yo my spittin' arson, new shit is startin'

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

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