Luyện nghe bài hát The Gang

Lets get it clear, Brooklyn,
Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight
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 bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants in that Bentley wagon
Ayo my nigga Yacht if the mink is saggin'

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

Fuckin' with the Boys
hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for when the annoy us
We keep this shit gangsta nigga from to chorus

And the Street and truly yours
Modena Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the love the war
My bleeds for weeks I love the raw

Puncture niggaz when I niggaz
Motor City to Brooklyn,
Nigga it's on till my is gone
And even then I on in gangsta form

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

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

It's the "Godfather Alive"
Ayo Po it's the ill Na Na in 5.0
Went to Brooklyn with the out
In Flatbush and I keeps the Kiki poppin' off when the is out

Y'all got a problem when my dude get out
Ay bust a shot for Shyne get the Guinness Stout
That's my word I got the Berken over up on Parkside
And in the butter scotch Rover

I'm ah bad gal style I'm 'posta
Got his comrades in Clinton bustin' on my poster
check! Muthafucka hit the yard up
Comm Mid-State Brooklyn niggaz squad up

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

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

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

Money, cars, guns,
Sniff some blow and I'm to go
Eagle inflated Bureau Investigated
Most hated read the affidavit

Uh, racin' pipes
Big fuckin' exhausts the turnpike
My so tight 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 wanna be Shyne, and I blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin'
T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is

I'm the spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was watchin' New City
And fuckin' with, Uncle got me dying to ball
Everythin' I about I live it

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

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

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

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