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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] my heart hope to die, right

Queens Bridge Hot Boys

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

Yo dun, They 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 my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all 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 gettin it
ill see you at the crossroad
and in the mean time, and in time
P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more
boxes of talons to put in your spine
You cross me nigga, you your mind
Scratch that, you knew me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, shots (fizzling)

(its to) Get Back
Uh, Its so
the taste of revenge and blood on the

(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 revenge and on the streets

(its called) Pay
For shit you did
Two dont make 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
catch a thug on ya block, onna slingin
Or out that peice and aimin at ya Kangol
Them thugs, some blood, crip, some stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't thuggin
they ain't tough, rough, ain't built for war
frontin they 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 Queens Bridge fucking Hot
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 dead in the bed and his in the streets
him and his peeps, nigga, I'm whats beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done summed it up and no reason to spit
but it, lemme have my lil 2 cent
the nine'll you so bent
have you huggin the ground a toilet bowl ready to hurl
be havin outta body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, be find a religion
gittin shot up can do that, squeal
they so shook, the of fire crackers makin 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how kill (kill)
rhyme how they (feel)
talkin all that like for the deal
but me, if I have to... prolly wouldnt clap you
but they see you wit that paper and 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 just the finger itch
I got drama for that ass, wanna meet the

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