Luyện nghe bài hát Lean Back (Remix)

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