Luyện nghe bài hát The Gang

Lets get it clear, Brooklyn,
Yo yo, live the seven-one-eight y'all
Lay down It's the ill Na Na
Cut ya dick off put it in ya y'all understand?

Ride me as I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll
saggin' in that Bentley wagon
Ayo that's my Yacht if the mink is saggin'

Since a youth I flipped, on ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling, and shit
Some' bout watchin' come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me grab my hammer

with the Cheddar Boys
Some hustler girls instead of boys
filthy laweys, for when the Fed's annoy us
We keep this shit nigga from verse to chorus

And the Street Lords and truly
Drive Modena Spiders and big
Bleed for the streets the war
My nose bleeds for weeks I the raw

Puncture niggaz I comfort niggaz
Motor City to Brooklyn,
it's on till my flesh is gone
And then I live on in gangsta form

What you know about
and cash nigga how you love that?
What you know about
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga

What you about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, nigga what it is
What you know that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, yours

the "Godfather Buried Alive"
Ayo Po the ill Na Na stuntin' in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn the Rugers out
In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off the goons is out

got a muthafuckin' problem when my dude get out
Dutty Ay bust a shot for get the Guinness Stout
my word I got the Berken pulled over up on Parkside
And Nostrand in the butter scotch

I'm ah bad gal style like I'm
Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' nuts on my
check! Muthafucka hit the yard up
Comm stop Brooklyn niggaz squad up

I'm hot steppin' in the pink Seven
stunt till big tell me there's a ghetto up in heaven
See through niggaz take they like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but y'all don't me

What you about that?
Macs and nigga how you love that?
What you know about
Doin' it up, livin' it up, nigga

you know about that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed what it is
What you know that?
Yacht, Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours

Money, cars, guns,
Sniff some and I'm good to go
Eagle Federal Bureau Investigated
Most nigga read the affidavit

Uh, racin' pipes
Big fuckin' exhausts the turnpike
My game so I arouse dikes
You punk rappers payin' me publishin' the way you write

And be samplin' my life, every line in rhyme
Sound like you be Shyne, and I don't blame ya
Who Young nigga catchin' charges
T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is

I'm the best it, nigga I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was New Jack City
And fuckin' with, Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin' I talk I live it

All you hear these rappers rap about I did it
I was designed to hold nines, and
Step out of line put you in white line
ya brain ain't nothin' change

You the game jet planes and cocaine
And what I say be held against me
I don't wanna talk, I'm the hottest in New York

What you about that?
Macs and cash nigga how you love
What you about that?
Doin' it up, it up, nigga what?

What you know about
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga it is
What you about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Streets Lords, yours