Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Get Back Remix (featNoyd)

Sometimes you just show niggaz how you do things
That shit
time'll tell like my nigga G always said
Love all my
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Hot Boys

Hear Me Out
Yo... put a in ya mind

Yo dun, caught me from the blind side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I never shit on my
I never left my dawgs out in the
I extended my hand wit compassion, you yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon how this nigga rock
Quiet Storm (shhh) leave you shocked for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and pop ya head
now if it get night, and snakes gettin it
ill see you at the crossroad
and in the mean time, and in time
P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo fo more nines
More boxes of to put in your spine
You me nigga, you lost your mind
Scratch that, you never me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, burning (fizzling)

(its to) Get Back
Uh, Its so
the taste of and blood on the streets

(its called) Pay
For that you'll pulled
I dont respect your gangsta, my guns

(its to) Get Back
Yea, Its so
the taste of and blood on the streets

(its called) Pay
For shit you did
Two wrongs dont make a right, make it even, bitch

Ayo when the guns pop, the thugs pop em, kno
Mo Thug been on henny rocks, Fo-Fours
a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out peice and aimin at ya Kangol
Them thugs, some blood, some crip, stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't nuttin
they ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't for war
they frontin they thuggin, and that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and murder (Murder).
A, L... (ALL) yall
Yall heard of, the Queens Bridge Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and nigga Noyd
and the Get Back and yes, revenge is so
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when sleep
leave 'em dead in the bed and his blood in the
him and his peeps, nigga, I'm whats beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done it up and ain't no reason to spit
but it, lemme have my lil 2 cent
the leave you so bent
have you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to
you'll be havin body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a
gittin up can do that, most'll squeal
they so shook, the sound of fire crackers makin 'em
rhyme how they kill (kill)
rhyme how they (feel)
talkin all like they? for the deal
but me, if I ain't have to... prolly clap you
but see you wit that paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach the shit, I just show 'em what mack do
you kno slugs harder than any track you rap to
when cowards talk shit, it just the finger itch
I got drama for ass, wanna meet the bitch?

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