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 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 like the Sentinel
'Cause I was sent to do, the crew sayin' I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my state
Blaze like an inferno, watch niggas just

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

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

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no
tested me, can't 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, on your property, causing atrocity
At a velocity, mental artillery, military anatomy
After you me call me your majesty for mastering
The art of fastening, grappling, locking down this rapping

Tackling the majority, bomb with
More than minority, S-T got
Rhymin' since knowledge and
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% 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, mandatory, that D O C stay shittin'
Laws and lows to keep you 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 to be acquitted
Aiyyo, we gang bangin, through the tri-state
Act up, my MFC niggas'll to bury ya
Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight

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

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

It's Rock

Many think I got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
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 like Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, a swift into your track, it cracks
And creeps morse code, I'm smoke signals
how my gats be

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

So fuck wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead
I'll bend your body Craftmatic Adjustable Bed
Fuck what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but
And stop fuckin' me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin' here 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 it's enemy or

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

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

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

Well it's the five-eight, I'm holdin' brothers for ransom
Operation generation down to the seeds of your
And blow off like a handgun, hittin' at random
Damn son, got 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 claimin' they done mastered the

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

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

Straight extorted, like an IRS
You never gonna bust gun, so why you bought it?

See you home frolic, but you show fake love
Like the Feds try to get close and lay down
Try to skate but got on, you had to lay
Didn't niggas got Desert E's and PK's

Me and my crew ride up and down St. James like a pack of Great
shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames
Spit in your face and I'm a to smack flames
Out your ass for tryin to laugh and plus play
(Word up)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through the jungle, it's another rumble I set it so free
And flee from his back to the OGC
I never heard of 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 mill-a
Straight give a nigga guillotine
come off the ?lean? wit one stroke

Two tokes from the tilly
Give a two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', don't slippin' now
Fool flippin'

not over, it's not over, oh oh

Yo it was on to the phase
ink on a page, hostile 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
I see yo say, "You back up on your duty?"
Yo my spittin' arson, new shit is startin'

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

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