Luyện nghe bài hát Bring 'Em Back

This is shit right here, vintage shit
Go get ya tape ready
You know I had to 'em back
era's the squad man
uh yo uh yo

Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big
dudes wit the six shooter luger
That bring it back, NY king of that
The best tried a dead mind but can't see to that
The 4th comin', look now there's more comin'
And we all stunners with lil' money but still
True story, once threw a nigga from a two
Asked for my paper, said, "There's he can do for me"
That's like takin' a steak out of a mouth
Better yet like takin' a plate outta Ryan's mouth

That'll never happen, over my body
Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the to Gotti
I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the wreck
A try front on his body he gettin' sent back
resent crack, I'm just what you wanna be
Young, rich and famous bitches get enough of me
And they runnin' up on me in groups of them
But not just everyday but you never be too used to them
I be them squeezin' fresh oranges
Breakfast in the get some strength and then it's on again

I just had to 'em back
you definitely know what I'm about
You know I had to bring 'em yo
All my friends call me
I just had to bring 'em
baby
You know I had to 'em back yo

When I cruise through the I drive slow
I'm quick to a duck and I don't give a fuck about five O
A hard life I toast to ex-flaw
Therefore I raw and went to war with the law
My only pencil was a mug shot were thugs got pot
Get swellin' from sellin' tops to da drugs spot
G's was clocked fat was in the socks
And cops who tried to stop shop, got knocked when I popped the
was ran right by me and my man Mike
'Cause I choose to use a gun mean that I can't fight

'Cause we put the guns and go one round
With the hands but man I ain't the one, you'll get clown
I can inverse my style, I'm versitile
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than
I pack two techs in case ya flex
I wet up the set in a yell who's next
To the wrath of a psychopath shoots it up like shaft
Turn ya staff into a blood bath to
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you softer jelly Jack
I attack in black with a gat and a hat

I just had to bring 'em
All my friends me stout
You I had to bring 'em back yo
baby
I just had to 'em back

You know I had to 'em back yo

No doubt I'm from the X and I it all
Shorties with dreams of ball
For Seaton hall fiends a full
From me the word to Sacuon the sad song
Is bein' sung, its gimme a gun and I'm back on
Joey crack, Pun, TS, Bronx
Stomp niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us
Y'all never see us, be us, TS, kill the BS
'Cause Pun got more guns and than ideas
Un be us, I'm the BX so I have to roll

for crash ya door, smash ya hoe
Hack off ya skull, I'm stackin heads like poles
Blow a hole in ya colon throw you from to Forden Road
Blow for blow, I toe to toe the toughest
the ruckus to the roughest motherfucker
It's nothin' but
My crews are cussin' to ass crushin' glass
In niggaz leavin' traces of red out this bloody bath
I the cash off the jiddump, I cock and blast the piddump
At any piddunk to laugh at the briddonx

You no kiddon for the terror squadron
You feel the fear of God I steal a car
And flatten ya Cardin
I ya noggin' if you startin' trouble
Spark the dot you
And watch it like a flower throughout the borough
No doubt I'm thorough a parascope rifle extended rycle
Cycle that'll tear the whole out
I'm no idols a title's all I request
Best rappers that pun and Y the chaperones of death

I just had to 'em back
Word you know what I'm about
You I had to bring 'em back yo
All my friends call me
I had to bring 'em back
Flamboyant
You know I had to 'em back yo