Luyện nghe bài hát Lean Back (Remix)

Oh yeah, my niggaz, uh, huh
Throw your in the air right now man
Feel this shit right here, Scott nigga
Yeah, I see you nigga
Big Pun love, uh, yeah, uh, yo
I don't give a fuck your faults or mis happens, nigga
We from the Bronx, New York happens
clappin', love to spark the place
Half the niggaz in the got a scar on their face
It's a cold world and is ice
Half a for the charm, nigga this is life
Got the Phantom in of the buildin', Trinity Ave
Ten years legit, they still figure me bad
As a young n' was too much to with
Why you think mu'fuckers nicknamed me Cook shit?
Shoulda been called Armed
Extortion, or maybe Grand
I did it all, I put the pieces to the
Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was gonna
Came out the gate on some Flow Joe
Fat nigga with the was the logo kid
Said, my niggaz don't we just pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my niggaz dance we just pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, back
(Come on)
R to the Ezzy, M to the
My arms stay breezy, the Don flizzy
Got a at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive
And I just bought a so I can ride till I die
a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
My niggaz in the but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance boogies
So never mind how we got in here with burners and
we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us
And we around the metal detectors
And there really a need for a VIP section
In the middle of the floor reckless, check it
Said, he my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I a chain reaction
See 'Money A Thing' nigga, we still the same niggaz
Flows just changed now we 'bout to change the nigga
Said, my niggaz dance we just pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my don't dance we just pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Now we living better now, Coogi now
And that G4 can fly through any now
See, niggaz get tight when you some millions
This is why I the chinchilla to hurt they feelings
You can find Joe Crack at all of shit
Out in front row to all the fights and shit
If 5-0 boy come, then proudly squeal
'Cause these rappers they 'Blow' like Derek Foreal
If you cross the line, damn right I'm gonna ya
These fagot niggaz even made gang signs
Even Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like that's up
Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the
Matter of fact, I don't wanna about the Rucker
Not Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this
My didn't have to play to win the championship, come on
Niggaz don't dance we just up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, back
I said, my niggaz dance we just pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean
(Come on)
Ha, ha,
(Can you me?)
Bronx, BX borough, Squad, uh
(Ha)
Big Pun forever, Tone forever
(Can you me?)
Uh, yeah, is ours, come on
Nah man, it ain't gonna stop
Raul, JB, Fat Ant come on, uh