Luyện nghe bài hát The Gang

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

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

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

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 Lords and yours
Drive Spiders and big exhaust
Bleed for the love the war
My bleeds for weeks I love the raw

Puncture niggaz when I niggaz
City to Brooklyn, Vietnam
Nigga on till my flesh is gone
And even then I on in gangsta form

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

What you about 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 it's the ill Na Na in 5.0
Went to with 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 Shyne get the Stout
That's my word I got the Berken over up on Parkside
And Nostrand in the butter Rover

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

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

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

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 some and I'm good to go
Eagle inflated Bureau Investigated
Most hated nigga the affidavit

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

I'm the spittin' it, nigga I'm gettin' it
I admit it I was New Jack City
And with, Uncle 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
out of line put you in that white line
Rearrange ya brain ain't change

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

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

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