Luyện nghe bài hát The Gang

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

with me as I race through ya hood
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 ruthless shit
Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and
Some' bout Montana come up outta Havana
And rule this world made me wanna grab my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, loud pipes
Big fuckin' exhausts the turnpike
My so tight I arouse dikes
You punk should payin' me publishin' the way you write

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

I'm the best spittin' it, nigga I'm it
I it I was watchin' New Jack City
And fuckin' with, Uncle Paul got me to ball
I talk about I live it

All you these rappers rap about 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 know the game jet and cocaine
And what I say might be against me
I wanna talk, I'm the hottest nigga in New York

you know about that?
Macs and cash 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 kid, bleed nigga what it is
you know about that?
Yacht, Boys, Streets Lords, truly yours