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 to take you there like Warren Staples
Blow with no glock, the show stop when domes pop
You should of stayed your ass bop, you got a flow, not

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

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

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

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no
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 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, bomb authority
More minority, S-T got seniority
Rhymin' since knowledge and
With degree

out to all the enemy, we killin' all a dem
Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or

Doc nuttin' but the truth, 100% when I get bent
It's possible that I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and
To all you poppers, put your money where your mouth at
I roll wit stoppers, five-foot Reps who whip ass

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

And one false move, I'm to be acquitted
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, the tri-state area
Act up, my MFC niggas'll to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot nigga

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

Misdemeanor 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 boast too much, about the you got
I hope the money save that ass the shit get hot

It's Lidu

Many I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It could be because I'm
But fuck you up like 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 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
tell ya, the boy 'cause straight Heltah Skeltah
I got the block and hot like your beyotch when I felt her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well the lazy-eye criminal, baby nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it
You just rappin, bitch niggas get bitch 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
Like the Feds try to get and lay down bugs
Try to skate but got on, you had to lay
Didn't know niggas got Desert E's and

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

We ain't Connecticut, even sweatin' it
Pack up your bags bitch, come with some shit
Son them niggas probably home right now, for 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 seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty Kima in it
If you platinum you can drive me Manhattan while I hit it
Everywhere I go, I let 'em know Starang's the

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

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

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

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

I that, niggas want beef aiyyo so get back
?Happen in? person cause I'm niggas 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 servin' fiend rock
Understand the scene is locked, you dead bolt
Hit em in the throat, 'em like the jet black colt

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

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

Two tokes from the tilly
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot your 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 next
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 pick out the gate
I see yo say, "You back up on your duty?"
Yo my mouth spittin' arson, new is startin'

But shit changed, you know your range, beg your pardon
Starv Marv, I'm on the job
rob and thug mothafuckers licked the knob
Be like that, when I back time
I it deeply, for my niggas I left behind

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