Luyện nghe bài hát Colabo

Let me tell you somethin, to wild on this track
Who wanna react, nigga aint no holdin me
Sparkin the dutches every day, Colabo Queens Most
Up in the party, Bacardi, yo how we go
Rockin non to the top
And I won't drop, till my vocal cords feel they gon pop
Who wanna get it on, niggas try to my scheme
Know my team, standin in front of the screen
I blaze it up, like flames, aint no time for the
Out the same Queens crew, but two different
JnJ and QMW, here to the trouble too
I wild on any track like that son I be you
Leavin you on the floor bleedin, eatin is what you needin
arrest with poor breathin
I be leavin you in the dust, you front on us
We lust for the cream, and ya gun don't
what

My reform like a mason meeting
I put the heat to your face, official greeting
Niggas you get slapped kid, just for speakin
While my niggas out, off the shit I'm drinkin
That aint ya proof, I let loose on your whole
While ya recruit, my fans splittin up ya loot
That's how we do, out like you owe somethin
You Q roll somethin, like you stoled somethin
You think I'm frontin?, yo my Queens livin, gettin
its rap or coke flippin
Ya niggas to avoid collision
'cause your chance is tryin to to all my fam
When it's gun to grams, wrong you and your man
Quick to get rejected, I a 50 inch necklace
My team break records, we ya life hectic
The Most Wanted, yo my man made you run it
But shit you did, we it, y'all niggas don't want it

2X: Leek
Ain't no tellin what I thought of
Me and my hooligans a em
hot ones at his crew and him
Fluin him, M.L. style, spinned around blaze the
Now lay ya ass

U]
We be the type shifty livin cats from Queens
98 hold it down, basically for my
drama in the hood, y'all got to stay on point
'cause to lose, wanna be thug cats
Push ya back, but fuck that
We play the too, only if it's necessary
We never start shit, we finish
And holdin it down, when time to go hard
In this rap shit too, if you get technical
It's quite a few to hold it down we do
And lay ya verse on a track that be
It ain't a out here fuckin with my crew
South Jamaica Queens, Queens Most through
Rob U, Wow Woo O, and my nigga Leek, and kid
in my memory

Now let me get on the mic, and get the
What's the em in this?
Third and one, man in motion, I'm the blitz ya scrimmage
I see in my perimeter, I deliver the blows
Sendin you to the ground, you can't get up, lay down, stay
game to O Team, wild walk, QB and O Beem
Came on the with O E, and nobody can hold me
The acrobatic track assassinator me and
Stand back to back 25 on a calculator
Now make a move, I em like an earthquake
I'm a em and tie em into a human pretzle
What's to do then break em
I disappear like a genie, reappear on ya tv and LP and CD
Strictly GB now we be, butter family strong
my bong, blaze trauma to bomb
on our flight to our show in Kong
Now hold on tight, it's the rap ball
ya out of position we don't saw
JnJ, Queens Most, evacuate
A whole platoon of niggas, we of did it sooner niggas

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