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

Sometimes you just gotta show how you do things
That hurt
tell like my nigga Illa G always said
Love all my
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] my heart hope 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 out in the cold
I extended my hand wit compassion, you extened wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky gon learn how this nigga rock
Storm nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and just pop ya
now if it get night, and snakes gettin it
ill see you at the crossroad
and in the time, and in between time
P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more
More boxes of talons to put in your
You me nigga, you lost your mind
Scratch that, you never knew me the start, so I forgive you
you die squirmin, shots burning (fizzling)

(its time to) Get
Uh, Its so
the taste of 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 make it even,

Ayo when the pop, the thugs pop em, everybody kno
Mo Thug on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fours
catch a on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out peice and aimin at ya Kangol
thugs, some blood, some crip, some stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't 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, L... (ALL) yall
Yall heard of, the Queens Bridge Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that Noyd
and the Get Back and yes, is so sweet
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when sleep
leave 'em in the bed and his blood in the streets
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they summed it up and ain't no reason to spit
but fuck it, lemme have my lil 2
the leave you so bent
you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to hurl
you'll be 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 sound of fire crackers makin 'em
rhyme how they kill (kill)
rhyme how feel (feel)
all that like they? for the deal
but me, if I have to... prolly wouldnt clap you
but they see you wit that and wanna git at you
I dont 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 just make the finger
I got drama for that ass, meet the bitch?

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