Luyện nghe bài hát Lean Back (Remix)

Oh yeah, my niggaz, uh, huh
Throw your in the air right now man
Feel this shit here, Scott Storch nigga
Yeah, Khalid I see you
Big Pun love, uh, yeah, uh, yo
I give a fuck about your faults or mis happens, nigga
We the Bronx, New York shit happens
Kids clappin', love to spark the
the niggaz in the squad 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, still figure me bad
As a young n' was too much to with
Why you think mu'fuckers nicknamed me Coke shit?
Shoulda called Armed Robbery
Extortion, or Grand Larceny
I did it all, I put the pieces to the
Just as long, I knew me and my was gonna bubble
Came out the gate on some Flow Joe
Fat nigga with the 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, lean
I said, my niggaz don't dance we just up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
R to the Ezzy, M to the
My stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy
Got a at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive
And I just a bike so I can ride till I die
With a jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
My niggaz in the but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and don't dance with boogies
So never mind how we got in here with and hoodies
Listen we don't pay and the bouncers don't check us
And we walk the metal detectors
And there really ain't a need for a VIP
In the middle of the dance floor reckless, it
Said, he liked my necklace, started
Now what the fuck I call a chain reaction
See 'Money Ain't A Thing' nigga, we still the same
Flows changed now we 'bout 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, lean back, lean back, lean
(Come on)
Now we better now, Coogi sweater now
And that G4 can fly any weather now
See, niggaz get tight you worth some millions
This is why I sport the to hurt they feelings
You can Joe Crack at all type of shit
Out in Vegas row to all the fights and shit
If 5-0 boy come, then proudly squeal
half 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' that's what's up
Kay keep tellin' me to about the Rucker
Matter of fact, I wanna speak about the Rucker
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine
My niggaz 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 don't dance we just pull up our
And do the Rockaway, now back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(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 never stop
Search Raul, JB, Fat Ant on, uh