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 dick off put it in ya y'all understand?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, racin' pipes
Big fuckin' exhausts the turnpike
My game so I arouse dikes
You rappers should payin' me publishin' the way you write

And be samplin' my life, line in your rhyme
Sound like you wanna be Shyne, and I don't ya
Who Young nigga catchin' charges
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, Uncle Paul got me to ball
Everythin' I talk I live it

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

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

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

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