Luyện nghe bài hát Gang's All Here

Ayo, I been spittin' this rap for too long
To let y'all heads get me hot under my collar songs
And don't get it twisted
My Magnum Force practice Lockdown
And don't you clowns forget it

The other half'll feel my brother's wrath that we through
And always the type to take you there like Warren Staples
Blow spots with no glock, the stop when domes pop
You of stayed your ass home 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
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 murder with the unheard-a,
Beneficial that you never pursue the

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

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

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

Tackling the majority, bomb with
More than minority, S-T got
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 it's or friend

Doc ain't nuttin' but the truth, 100% when I get
It's possible I'm mad, forget I'm blind, deaf, and mute
To all you shit poppers, put your money where mouth at
I roll wit bank stoppers, Reps who whip ass

Erases coppers, it's mandatory, D O C stay shittin'
Laws and to keep you hoes on my di-dick
My foes stay foes so all you need to quit it
Doc shines, hot lines, and come 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 nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight

Holding the big toast, make yo chest shake
I cut niggas like and glass from dirty bottles
Runnin through these streets high-speed at throttle
role models, so what 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 niggas boast too much, about the you got
I the money save that ass when the shit get hot

Lidu Rock

Many think I ain't got it in me 'cause I'm
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 away Tim or Penny
Semi-auto, with a swift into track, it cracks
And creeps code, I'm sendin' smoke signals
That's how my be

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

So don't wit my head, got static I'm buckin' you dead
I'll bend your body like Adjustable Bed
what you said, for y'all I got nuttin' but lead-o
And fuckin' askin' me why Ruck cut his dreads
It's up in the air, we buckin' from here to you rest at
In a jet black, expedition fishin' to get get back

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

My militant impervious to submission
Maintain in the rank, glorious in division
Cartel-N-MFC in collision
The could get bloody, two teams with one mission

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

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

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

I amp them, my raps spectacular
Forever clappin' the that's bitin' like he Dracula
You see what happens to all of these fake 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
Rollin in the back of the fat Ex-P-O

Well it's the lazy-eye criminal, nines the minimum
In the gat cabin, Tek we make it
You just rappin, niggas get bitch 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 came home frolic, but you fake love
Like the 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 like a pack of Great
Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your frames
Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack
Out your ass for tryin to and plus play games
(Word up)

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

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

For your seven-forty Beamer, wit your shorty 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 three-hundred fans 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 boys, retreat
Magnum Force to take over
Retreat, retreat, all boys, retreat
Magnum come to take over

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

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

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

The black gene, green socks
Serve the fans quick like fiend 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 another rumble I set it so free
And flee from his back to the OGC
I never 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 wit the nine mill-a
Straight give a nigga guillotine
Heads off the ?lean? wit one stroke

Two tokes the mack tilly
a mothafucker two to the belly
Stop, look and acting like the shot from 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, hostile
No sugar and like lemonade
came to me in a dream 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 spittin' arson, new shit is startin'

But ain't changed, you know 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 it deeply, for my niggas I left behind

I rep for mine, son feel 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