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 songs
And best don't get it
My Force practice Operation Lockdown
And don't you clowns forget it

The other half'll feel my brother's that we break through
And always been the type to take you there Warren Staples
spots 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 sent to do, murder the crew 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
Some blessin' the section, givin' niggas quick trips to Heaven
Straight with the unheard-a, lyritifical
that you never pursue the issue

The ninth initial thought as to rip the 'n' kibbles
I ass more 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 tested me, 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, on your property, causing atrocity
At a rapid velocity, mental artillery, anatomy
you battle me call me your majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down rapping thing

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

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

Doc ain't but the truth, 100% when I get bent
It's possible that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and
To all you shit poppers, put your money 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 hoes on my
My foes stay 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 gang bangin, through the tri-state
Act up, my MFC niggas'll to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight

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

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

Lidu Rock

Many think I ain't got it in me I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm
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, with a swift into your track, it
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin' smoke
That's how my be

Tactics, I crack are phenomenal
Ask peeps, kinda drama do the Bummy Jab wreak
He'll ya, the boy 'cause straight Heltah Skeltah
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
bend your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but
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, fishin' to get some 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 mind's to submission
in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa Cartel-N-MFC in
The scene could get bloody, two with one mission

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

The pack that run with me, attack with guns
My young legion niggas got smacked on
mashin', straight blastin', steady mobbin'
I rose to large drug dealin' petty robbin'

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

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

Art, who's the on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all wanna start
Big gram and 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 just rappin, bitch get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your shine for flashin'

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

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

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

We ain't Connecticut, ain't sweatin' it
Pack up your bags bitch, come with better shit
Son them niggas probably home right now, for real 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 it to the streets
(Word up, up)
Bring your heat,

For your 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 thousand fans and never had a hit
William H. is the name, the click
Y'all niggas takin' us out? Y'all smokin' the

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 breathin' up your pesticides
D-Con, see Sean be on some shit from day one
Spray guns at style niggas who actin' gay son

Ruck made the paper, you turn to page one
Butt-fuckin chick wit a mothafuckin' gauge son
Who said that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead
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, smack you wit the med's pack
Then sex at, the same place I park my Lex at

The black gene, green socks
Serve the fans quick 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 rumble I set it so free
And flee from his body 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 shit so I'm a drug dealer
So for real-a, on wit the nine mill-a
Straight give a nigga shit
come off the ?lean? wit one stroke

Two tokes from the tilly
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', don't start now
keep flippin'

It's not over, not over, oh oh

Yo it was on to the phase
Spit ink on a page, rage
No and sour like lemonade
came 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 mouth arson, new shit is startin'

But ain't shit changed, you know your range, beg pardon
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, son feel 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