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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die,

[Noyd] Queens Bridge Hot

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

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

(its time to) Get
Uh, Its so
the of revenge and blood on the streets

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

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

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

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

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

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