Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

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

The half'll feel my brother's wrath that we break through
And always been the type to take you like Warren Staples
Blow spots with no glock, the show stop domes pop
You should of stayed your ass 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 like an inferno, watch niggas just

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

The ninth initial thought as to rip the 'n' kibbles
I kick ass than a little, my rhyme riddle
mind's a dead vegetable when I hit you
Doin' like I should do, 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' like I the M-1 from the M-P

Wit no apology, unload on property, causing atrocity
At a velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy
you battle me call me your majesty for mastering
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 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 nuttin' but the truth, 100% I get bent
It's that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put money where your mouth at
I wit bank stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass

Erases coppers, mandatory, that D O C stay shittin'
Laws and to keep you hoes on my di-dick
My foes stay foes so all you need 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 niggas'll to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a eight nigga

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

cats wit raps, wannabe felonies
Fuck sellin 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

Lidu Rock

Many think I got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm
But I'll fuck you up like Henny and
If any of trash, I'll scream, "Gimme"

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

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

So fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead
I'll bend your body Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but lead-o
And fuckin' askin' me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin' from here to you rest at
In a jet black, fishin' to get some get back

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

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

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

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

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

I amp them, spittin' my raps
Forever clappin' the rapper that's bitin' he Dracula
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 on my chart to mark
You know I swim wit the shark, why y'all wanna 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 it happen
You rappin, bitch niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get shine snatched for flashin'

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

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

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

We ain't Connecticut, even sweatin' it
Pack up your bags bitch, come with better shit
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

on my dick so much I brought a saddle
We can take it to the
(Word up, up)
Bring your heat,

For seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima 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 thousand fans and ain't 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
Force come to take over

SEAN P, you better recognize, I be wreckin'
Fuckin' cockroaches still breathin' up your
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 that? Ruck said wack shit, aiyyo dead that
For the headcrack, leave your face like Craig Mack

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

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

the jungle, it's another rumble when 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 point wit the nine
give a nigga guillotine shit
Heads come off the wit one stroke

Two from the mack tilly
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting the shot from your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', don't slippin' now
Fool flippin'

It's not over, not over, oh oh

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

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

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