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 through
And best get it twisted
My Magnum Force practice Operation
And don't you clowns ever it

The other half'll feel my brother's that we break through
And been the type to take you there like Warren Staples
Blow spots 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 mission the Sentinel
'Cause I was sent to do, murder the crew sayin' I'm
I a few, journals in my nocturnal state
Blaze like an inferno, watch just cremate

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

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

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

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

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

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

Doc ain't nuttin' but the truth, 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 mouth at
I wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass

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

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

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

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

It's Lidu

Many think I ain't got it in me I'm plenty-friendly
It be because 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 to get away like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, a swift into your track, it cracks
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin' smoke
how my gats be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Art, the next on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna
Big gram and low, stay 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 yappin, get your shine snatched for flashin'

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

See you home frolic, but you show fake love
Like the Feds try to get close and lay bugs
Try to but got schemed on, you had to lay
know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

Me and my ride up and down St. James like a pack of Great Danes
Ain't shit changed, see y'all take your gold frames
in your 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 sweatin' it
Pack up your bags bitch, come with some better
Son them niggas probably home right now, for real it
I want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm settin' it

Niggas on my dick so I brought a saddle
We can it to the streets
(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
William H. is the name, the click
Y'all niggas us out? Y'all smokin' the shit

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

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

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

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

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

the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so free
And from his body back to the OGC
I heard 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 point wit the mill-a
Straight give a nigga guillotine
Heads off the ?lean? wit one stroke

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

It's not over, not over, oh oh

Yo it was on to the next
ink on a page, hostile 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 straight out the
I see yo say, "You back up on your duty?"
Yo my mouth spittin' arson, new shit is

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

I rep for mine, here son feel the
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