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

Sometimes you just gotta show how you do things
shit hurt
time'll tell like my nigga Illa G said
Love all my
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my hope to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Hot Boys

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

Yo dun, caught me from the blind side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I never shit on my
I never my dawgs out in the cold
I extended my wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this nigga rock
Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) you shocked for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and pop ya head
now if it get night, and gettin past it
ill see you at the faggot
and in the mean time, and in time
P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo nines
boxes of talons 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 shit you'll pulled
I dont respect gangsta, my guns expload

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

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

Ayo when the guns pop, the pop em, everybody kno
Mo been on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fours
a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out peice and aimin at ya Kangol
Them thugs, some blood, crip, some stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they thuggin nuttin
they ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't for war
they frontin thuggin, and ain't that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and will (Murder).
A, double L... (ALL)
Yall heard of, the Bridge 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 when sleep
leave 'em dead in the bed and his in the streets
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done summed it up and ain't no to spit
but it, lemme have my lil 2 cent
the nine'll you so bent
have you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to
be havin outta body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a
shot up can do that, most'll squeal
they so shook, the of fire crackers makin 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how they (kill)
rhyme how feel (feel)
talkin all that like they? for the
but me, if I have to... prolly wouldnt clap you
but see you wit that paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach about the shit, I just show 'em 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 that ass, meet the bitch?

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