Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

Ayo, I been this rap shit for too long
To let y'all heads get me hot under my through songs
And best get it twisted
My Magnum practice Operation Lockdown
And don't you clowns ever it

The other half'll feel my brother's wrath we break through
And always been the to take you there like Warren Staples
Blow spots with no glock, the show stop when 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 I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas cremate

Too late to run and to Rev. Run
blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven
Straight murder with the unheard-a,
Beneficial that you pursue the issue

The ninth initial thought as to rip the bits 'n'
I kick ass more than a little, my riddle
Your 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, I'll an MC
Spittin' I emptied the M-1 from the M-P

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

Tackling the majority, bomb with
More minority, S-T got seniority
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 or friend

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

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

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

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

Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe
sellin trees 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 ass when the shit get hot

It's Lidu

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

To any who make it hard to get away like Tim or
Semi-auto, with a into your track, it cracks
And morse code, I'm sendin' smoke signals
how my gats be

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

So don't wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead
I'll your body like Craftmatic Adjustable 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 buckin' from here to 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 mind's impervious to submission
Maintain in the rank, glorious in this
Cartel-N-MFC in collision
The scene get bloody, two teams with one mission

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

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

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

I amp them, spittin' my spectacular
Forever 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 claimin' they done the

Art, who's the next on my chart to
You know I swim wit the shark, why niggas wanna start
Big gram and low, stay on the d-low
Rollin black in the back of the fat

Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it
You just rappin, niggas get bitch smacked when
You start yappin, get your snatched for flashin'

Straight extorted, 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 close and lay down
Try to but got schemed on, you had to lay
know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

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

We ain't Connecticut, even sweatin' it
Pack up your bags bitch, with some better shit
Son them niggas home right now, for real regretting it
I don't want to be y'all, 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 shorty in it
If you platinum you can drive me through Manhattan I hit it
I go, I let 'em know Starang's the shit

Over three-hundred thousand fans and never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the
Y'all niggas takin' us Y'all smokin' the shit

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

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

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

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

The last black gene, socks
Serve the fans quick like fiend rock
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 from his body back to the OGC
I never heard of that nigga, in the place
I hit him in the worst place, hid the

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

Two tokes the mack tilly
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from your ass
Nigga, why you trippin', don't start 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 like
Bing came to me in a dream he "come clean"

So I and praise, I'm on my way
Gat and straight out the gate
When I see yo say, "You back up on duty?"
Yo my mouth spittin' arson, new shit is

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

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