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

Sometimes you just gotta show how you do things
That shit
time'll tell my nigga Illa G always said
all my niggaz
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 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 muh'fuckers gon learn how nigga rock
Quiet Storm (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 between
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
that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, burning (fizzling)

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

(its called) Pay
For that shit pulled
I dont 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 dont 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 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 they thuggin, and ain't at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and will (Murder).
A, double L... (ALL)
Yall of, the Queens Bridge fucking Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and nigga Noyd
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 done summed it up and ain't no reason to
but fuck it, lemme have my lil 2
the nine'll leave you so
have you huggin the ground a toilet 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, most'll
they so shook, the sound of fire makin 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how kill (kill)
how they feel (feel)
talkin all that they? for the deal
but me, if I ain't have to... prolly clap you
but they see you wit that and wanna git at you
I dont preach the shit, I just show 'em what mack do
you kno these slugs harder any track you rap to
when cowards talk shit, it make the finger itch
I got drama for that ass, wanna the bitch?

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