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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart to die, right

[Noyd] Bridge Hot Boys

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

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 my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this nigga rock
Quiet nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and just pop ya
now if it get night, and snakes past it
ill see you at the faggot
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 cross me nigga, you lost your
Scratch that, you never 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 blood on the

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

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

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Basicly, done summed 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 bowl ready to hurl
you'll be havin outta visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a
gittin shot up can do that, squeal
they so shook, the of fire crackers makin 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how they (kill)
rhyme how they (feel)
talkin all that like they? for the
but me, if I ain't to... prolly wouldnt clap you
but they see you wit that and wanna git at you
I dont preach about the shit, I just show 'em what do
you kno these harder than any track 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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