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 with me as I race through ya
Give me a fifth bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that wagon
Ayo that's my Yacht if the mink 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 rule this world me wanna grab my hammer

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

And the Street Lords and truly
Drive Modena and big exhaust
Bleed for the love the war
My nose for weeks I love the raw

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

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

What you know that?
The gully kid put it in your skully kid, bleed nigga it is
you know about that?
Yacht, Cheddar Boys, Lords, truly 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 the Kiki poppin' off when the goons is out

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

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 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 they time a man
We don't snitch we don't on the stand but y'all don't hear me

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

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

Uh, loud pipes
Big fuckin' burnin' the turnpike
My game so I arouse dikes
You rappers should 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 Young nigga catchin' charges
T's parked in garages, Menages, odds is

I'm the spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' 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 hear these rappers rap about I did it
I was designed to hold nines, and
Step out of put you in that white line
Rearrange ya ain't nothin' change

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

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

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