Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

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

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

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

Too to run and turn to Rev. Run
blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven
Straight murder the unheard-a, lyritifical
Beneficial 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 vegetable I hit you
Doin' I should do, bringin' Noyz to my acquittal

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

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

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

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

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

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

And one false move, I'm guaranteed to be
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC have to bury ya
nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga

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

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

Lidu Rock

Many I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm
But I'll you up like 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 your track, it cracks
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin' smoke
That's how my be

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

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

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

My militant mind's to submission
in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa Cartel-N-MFC in
The scene get bloody, two teams with one mission

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

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

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

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

Art, who's the next on my chart to
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

Well it's the criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it
You just rappin, bitch get bitch smacked when
You yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin'

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

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

Me and my crew ride up and down St. like a pack of Great Danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take gold frames
Spit in 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, ain't 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, we see y'all I'm settin' it

Niggas on my so much 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 drive me through Manhattan 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, the click
niggas takin' us out? 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
Fuckin' cockroaches still up your pesticides
Like D-Con, see Sean be on some from day one
Spray guns at funny style who actin' gay son

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

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

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

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

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

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

not over, it's not over, oh oh

Yo it was on to the phase
Spit ink on a page, hostile
No sugar and like 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
When I see yo say, "You back up on duty?"
Yo my spittin' arson, new shit 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 the knob
Be that, when I clap back time
I it deeply, for my niggas I left behind

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