Luyện nghe bài hát New Gang

[Hook: Ray J & Brown]
Oh you see the new comin', new gang comin'
Got that new comin' in
You see the new gang
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we
got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose
The got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about money nigga, you sayin' nothin'

1: Ray J]
Pull up to the 'bout 100
It's a Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
I'm whippin' in that with my gunners
105 west some shooters right in front of us
Got that lab up and runnin'
Rest in peace to the big [?]
Rest in peace to [?] lil homie
Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money
[Verse 2: TJ]
You don't bang, you ain't gang gang
You never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from
Talkin' off the Promethazine
OHB bitch, new
Stashed with grips
chips
Some of my homies and some bangin' Srips
22 rims with my brims and lady friends
ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of on me
All these model bitches, they keep they hands off me

[Hook: Ray J & Brown]
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang
Got that new gang in
You see the new gang
it's OHB, yeah we comin'

[Verse 3: Chris
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it
Where I'm from, we body
Kamakazis on
On 12 o'clock, you ridin' with us
I got that do what I say when I need
spray fire out that lever
I got pullin' up in broad day
And set bitch off like Keef
Khalifa
And you was the one you was ready for war
Now you on the ship, you sound a bitch
Can't with your boy
that new gang
All my wear new chains
And I put my in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce

Ray J & Chris Brown]
Oh you see the new comin', new gang comin'
Got that new comin' in
You see the new gang
Bitch OHB, yeah we comin'
got us all blunted
The cocaine got her nose
The got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'

4: Ray J]
Pardon me but I don't talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, nigga what you 'bout?
The drop head take up parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in got
All my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
Fuck who you invested in me, my niggas next to win
Money be my kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I that shit fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that truancy
You that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool it was cool to be
Fucking with a triant god, welcome to the mob
Plus we out ballin', bang it down like a LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow
100 like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Hook: Ray J & Brown]
Oh you see the new comin', new gang comin'
Got that new gang in
You see the new comin'
Bitch it's OHB, yeah we
got us all blunted
The cocaine got her runny
The got 100 rounds in it
If it ain't about nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'