Luyện nghe bài hát Gang Related

[Intro: Rick
to coast instrumental
Red and what it do I see you
Chi-town all my GD's it nothing but love nigga
Maybach music is deeper the rap nigga

[Verse 1: Rick

I don't murs but I know birds
I bet a new firs that I know all you niggas
tough guys it ain't even in your blood
Sex money murder all them give me love
Out in Chi-town all G's get cabbage
Just dough gave 'em king pin status
on these rappers undercover faggots
And I brought some work me for the questions they keep askin'
Masarati blue it the denim in the fashion
Make smile but that mack 11 laughin'
Fuck a few
Fuck a few
it fly a coast
Baby we the
Hoes text
I never wanna
Got the burner in the winter in the of New York
Better hear the cause it's deeper than the rap
I got people that eat your way cheaper than this
Mob
See the code
I don't say shit
I'm Ecko
I'm so
And no contest
I sold fake in my own complex
Before ya a better come and join the mob
You the rules wack a nigga and you get a newer car
Ya girl bling but ya girl just a fling
I'm a boom that boy when that was ya thing

[Verse 2: Mark
Breitling flooded links and rings to me
Everyday another hater say what they do to me
Please I'm west with my booya trap
Niggas a who where what
Not niggas
Got me up
Benz coup or up
Head shoota run up on ya point buck buck
Fuck a blog my a hundred large
Put ya ass in a bag ask if there's a
Boy
I ain't gotta move a thumb a soo-woo dumbin' one in the
I squeeze from ya neck down
I deal now
Told my young boy I my steal down
Started with a down
Ended up front page everybody stomped in the
My alibi told the courts know my whereabouts
by many loved by few
I'm blazin Bentley til they get me I don't about you bro
I'ma do me if I squeezin my ass shankin'
I ain't 50 but that yayo keep my bucks
That's the game to a new squad
New touch my ass lose your arm
Shout out to the flaggin' on the left side
Brought my fortunes to New villa on the west side
on Miami Beach
Ballin' like Heat
Everybody trip you see runnin' Miami streets