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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my hope to die, right

[Noyd] Bridge Hot Boys

[Prodigy] Me Out
Yo... put a bullet in ya

Yo dun, They caught me from the side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I never on my peeps
I never left my dawgs out in the
I extended my wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this rock
Storm nigga (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 faggot
and in the mean time, and in time
P'll up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more nines
More boxes of to put in your spine
You me nigga, you lost your mind
that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, shots (fizzling)

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

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

(its time to) Get
Yea, Its so
the taste of revenge and on the streets

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

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

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Basicly, they 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 bowl ready to
you'll be havin body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be a religion
gittin shot up can do that, squeal
so shook, the sound of fire crackers makin 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how kill (kill)
rhyme how they (feel)
talkin all that like they? for the
but me, if I ain't have to... wouldnt clap you
but see you wit that paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach about the shit, I just 'em what mack do
you kno slugs harder than any track you rap to
when cowards talk shit, it just make the finger
I got drama for ass, wanna meet the bitch?

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