Luyện nghe bài hát The Gang

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

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

Since a youth I flipped, on some ruthless
Had a thing for rings, bling, Coupes and
bout 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 this shit 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 I love the raw

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

What you about that?
Macs and nigga how you love that?
What you about that?
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, Streets Lords, truly

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

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

I'm ah bad gal style like I'm
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 in the pink Staline Seven
I'ma stunt till big tell me there's a up in heaven
See through niggaz they time like a man
We don't snitch we don't sing on the stand but don't hear me

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

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, truly

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

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

And be samplin' my life, every line in your
Sound like you be Shyne, and I don't blame ya
Who wouldn't? Young nigga charges
Continental T's 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 dying to
Everythin' I talk about I it

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

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

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

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