Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

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

The half'll feel my brother's wrath that we break through
And always been the type to take you there like 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 mission the Sentinel
'Cause I was to do, murder the crew sayin' I'm merciful
I wrote a few, journals in my state
like an inferno, watch niggas just cremate

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

The ninth initial thought as to rip the 'n' kibbles
I kick ass more than a little, my rhyme
Your mind's a dead vegetable I hit you
Doin' like I should do, Noyz to my acquittal

Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no
Devil tested me, can't let him get the of me
Wit accuracy, I'll an MC
like I emptied the M-1 from the M-P

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

the majority, bomb with authority
More than minority, S-T got
Rhymin' since knowledge and
With college

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

Doc ain't nuttin' but the truth, 100% when I get
It's possible that I'm mad, I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money where 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 you hoes on my di-dick
My foes stay foes so all you need to quit 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, a five-foot eight nigga

Holding the big toast, make yo piece shake
I cut niggas like class and from dirty bottles
through these streets high-speed 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, I roast the dutch
Y'all boast too much, about the shit you got
I hope the money save that ass when the get hot

It's Rock

think I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm plenty-friendly
It could be 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, a swift into your track, it cracks
And creeps morse code, I'm sendin' smoke
how my gats be

Tactics, I crack piece are
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 like 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 stop fuckin' me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin' from here to where you at
In a jet black, fishin' to get some 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 division
Cartel-N-MFC in collision
The scene could get bloody, two with one mission

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

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

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

I amp them, spittin' my raps
Forever clappin' the rapper that's bitin' like he
You see what to all of these fake rhyme fashioners
I bring disaster to that's claimin' they done mastered the

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

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

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

See you came home frolic, but you fake love
the Feds try to get close and lay down bugs
Try to skate but got on, you had to lay
know niggas got Desert E's and PK's

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

We ain't Connecticut, even sweatin' it
Pack up bags bitch, come with some better shit
Son them niggas probably 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 shorty Kima in it
If you platinum you can drive me Manhattan while I hit it
Everywhere I go, I let 'em know 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 Y'all smokin' the shit

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

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

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

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

The black gene, green socks
Serve the fans quick like servin' rock
the scene is locked, when 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 place
I hit him in the worst place, hid the

Need a 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
Heads come off the ?lean? wit one

Two tokes from the tilly
Give a mothafucker two to the
Stop, and acting like the shot from your ass whippin'
Nigga, why you trippin', don't start 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 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 straight out the gate
When I see yo say, "You back up on duty?"
Yo my mouth 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 licked the knob
Be that, when I clap 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, hand me
Ha, ha, and yo' ass here to poppa