Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

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

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

I set it off on a mission the Sentinel
'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 to run and turn to Rev. Run
blessin' the section, givin' them niggas quick trips to Heaven
Straight murder with the unheard-a,
that you never pursue the issue

The ninth initial thought as to rip the bits 'n'
I ass more than a little, my rhyme riddle
mind's a dead vegetable when I hit you
Doin' like I do, bringin' Noyz to my acquittal

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no
Devil tested me, let him get the best of me
Wit accuracy, I'll an MC
Spittin' like I emptied the M-1 the M-P

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

the majority, bomb with authority
More minority, S-T got seniority
Rhymin' since and quality
With 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
It's that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money where your at
I roll wit bank stoppers, Reps who whip ass

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, that D O C shittin'
and lows to keep you hoes on my di-dick
My foes stay foes so all you jacks 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 have 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 through these streets at full throttle
Ghetto role models, so what the fuck tellin 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 boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the money that ass when the shit get hot

It's Lidu

think I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm
But I'll fuck you up like 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 morse code, I'm sendin' smoke signals
That's how my be

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

So don't fuck wit my head, got I'm buckin' you dead
I'll your body like Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for 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, expedition 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 mind's impervious to submission
Maintain in the rank, in this division
Killa in collision
The scene could get bloody, two teams one mission

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

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

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

I amp them, my raps spectacular
Forever clappin' the rapper that's bitin' like he
You see what happens to all of fake rhyme fashioners
I bring disaster to niggas 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
black in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

Well it's the criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we it happen
You just rappin, niggas get bitch smacked when
You yappin, get your shine 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 fake love
Like the try to get close and lay down bugs
Try to but got schemed on, you had to lay
Didn't know niggas got E's and PK's

Me and my crew ride up and down St. like 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 games
(Word up)

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

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

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 know the shit

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

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

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

Ruck made the paper, you could turn to one
Butt-fuckin your chick wit a 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 aiyyo so get
?Happen in? person cause I'm hurtin' who said that
You fuckin' wet back, you wit the fuck med's pack
Then have sex at, the same I park my Lex at

The last gene, green 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 heard of that nigga, in the first place
I hit him in the place, hid the waste

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

Two tokes from the mack
Give a two to the belly
Stop, and acting like the shot from your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', don't slippin' 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 sugar and sour lemonade
Bing to me in a dream 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 back up on duty?"
Yo my spittin' arson, new shit is startin'

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

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 bring yo' ass to poppa