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

The other feel my brother's wrath that we break through
And been the type to take you there like 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 like the Sentinel
'Cause I was sent to do, murder the sayin' I'm merciful
I a few, journals in my nocturnal state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just

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

The initial thought as to rip the bits 'n' kibbles
I kick ass more than a little, my rhyme
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, 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, unload on property, causing atrocity
At a rapid velocity, artillery, military anatomy
After you battle me me your majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking this rapping thing

Tackling the majority, with authority
than 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 enemy or friend

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

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D O C shittin'
Laws and lows to keep you on my di-dick
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 bangin, through the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC have to bury ya
Ain't scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga

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

cats wit raps, wannabe felonies
Fuck sellin trees man, I too much
I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the
niggas boast too much, about the shit you got
I the money save that ass when the shit get hot

Lidu Rock

Many think I got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It be because I'm skinny
But I'll you up like 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 morse code, I'm sendin' smoke signals
how my gats be

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

So don't fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you
I'll your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but lead-o
And stop 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

Kill out to all our enemies, we all a dem
Kill out to all our enemies, no matter if enemy or friend

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

I through the crack slums of mother Medina
weed to stack funds 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 got smacked on one-fifty
Cold mashin', straight blastin', mobbin'
I rose to drug dealin' from petty robbin'

it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin' brothers for ransom
Operation down to the seeds 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
Forever clappin' the that's bitin' like he Dracula
You see happens to all of these fake rhyme fashioners
I bring disaster to niggas that's claimin' done mastered the

Art, the next on my chart to mark
You I swim wit the shark, why y'all niggas wanna start
Big gram and knee low, on the d-low
Rollin in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

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

Straight extorted, an IRS audit
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
know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

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

We ain't Connecticut, ain't sweatin' it
Pack up your bitch, come with some better shit
Son them niggas probably right now, for real regretting it
I don't want to be y'all, when we see y'all I'm it

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

For your Beamer, wit your shorty 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 thousand fans and ain't never had a hit
H. is the name, MFC's the click
Y'all niggas takin' us out? Y'all the shit

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

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

Ruck the paper, you could turn to page one
your chick 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 so get back
?Happen in? cause I'm hurtin' niggas who said that
You fuckin' wet back, smack you wit the fuck med's
Then have sex at, the same place I my Lex at

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

Through the jungle, it's another rumble when I set it so
And flee from his back to the OGC
I never heard of that nigga, in the first
I hit him in the worst place, hid the

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

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 phase
Spit ink on a page, hostile
No and sour like lemonade
Bing came to me in a he said "come clean"

So I and praise, I'm on my way
Gat and straight 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 thug licked the knob
Be like that, when I clap back
I feel it deeply, for my niggas I behind

I rep for mine, here son feel the
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