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 through songs
And best don't get it
My Magnum practice Operation Lockdown
And don't you ever forget it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tackling the majority, bomb authority
More minority, S-T got seniority
Rhymin' knowledge 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 nuttin' but the truth, 100% when I get
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 roll wit bank stoppers, five-foot who whip ass

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D O C shittin'
Laws and to keep you hoes on my di-dick
My foes foes so all you jacks need to quit it
Doc shines, hot lines, and come and get it

And one move, I'm guaranteed to be acquitted
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, 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, yo chest piece shake
I cut niggas like and glass from dirty bottles
Runnin these streets high-speed at full throttle
Ghetto role models, so what the fuck tellin me

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

It's Rock

Many think I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm
It could be I'm skinny
But I'll fuck you up Henny and Remmy
If any of trash, we'll scream, "Gimme"

To any who make it hard to get like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, with a into 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 drama do the Bummy Jab wreak
He'll tell ya, the boy 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 your like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for I got nuttin' but lead-o
And fuckin' askin' me why Ruck 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 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 impervious to
in the rank, glorious in this division
Killa in collision
The scene get bloody, two teams with one mission

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

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

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

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

Art, who's the on my chart to mark
You I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start
Big and knee low, stay on the d-low
Rollin black in the 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, niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your snatched for flashin'

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

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

Me and my crew ride up and down St. like a pack of Great Danes
shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames
Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack
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 better shit
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

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

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

Over three-hundred thousand and ain't never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the
Y'all niggas takin' us out? Y'all smokin' the

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

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

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

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

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

Through the jungle, it's another when I set it so free
And flee his body back to the OGC
I heard of that nigga, in the first place
I hit him in the place, hid the waste

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

Two tokes from the mack
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from 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, rage
No sugar and sour like
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
I see yo say, "You back up on your duty?"
Yo my mouth spittin' arson, new shit is

But ain't changed, you know your range, beg your pardon
Starv Marv, I'm on the job
First rob and mothafuckers licked the knob
Be like that, when I back time
I feel it deeply, for my niggas I 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 yo' ass here to poppa