Luyện nghe bài hát The Gang

Lets get it clear, Brooklyn,
Yo yo, live from the y'all
Lay nigga It's the ill Na Na
Cut ya dick off put it in ya y'all understand?

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

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

Fuckin' the Cheddar Boys
hustler flip girls instead of boys
Keep filthy laweys, for the Fed's annoy us
We keep shit gangsta nigga from verse to chorus

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm ah bad gal like I'm 'posta
Got his in Clinton bustin' nuts on my poster
Phone check! Muthafucka hit the up
Comm stop Mid-State niggaz squad up

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

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

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

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

Uh, loud pipes
Big exhausts burnin' the turnpike
My game so tight I arouse
You punk rappers should me publishin' the way you write

And be samplin' my life, every line in your
Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga catchin'
Continental T's in garages, Menages, odds is

I'm the best spittin' it, I'm gettin' it
I it I was watchin' New Jack City
And fuckin' with, Paul got me dying to ball
Everythin' I talk about I it

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

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

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

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