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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Bridge Hot

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

Yo dun, They caught me from the side, me the P
the one who love, me, I never shit on my peeps
I never my dawgs out in the cold
I extended my wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon how this nigga rock
Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and pop ya head
now if it get night, and snakes past 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 nines
More boxes of 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, burning (fizzling)

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

(its called) Pay
For that you'll pulled
I dont respect your gangsta, my expload

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

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

Ayo when the guns pop, the pop em, everybody kno
Mo Thug on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fours
a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or out that 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 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 Bridge fucking Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and nigga Noyd
and the Get Back and yes, is so sweet
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em they sleep
leave 'em dead in the bed and his blood in the
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 fuck it, lemme my lil 2 cent
the leave you so bent
you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to hurl
you'll be havin outta visions
and if you to live, no doubt, you'll be find a religion
gittin up can do that, most'll squeal
they so shook, the sound of fire crackers 'em peel
rhyme how they kill (kill)
rhyme how feel (feel)
talkin all that like for the deal
but me, if I ain't have to... wouldnt clap you
but see you wit that paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach the shit, I just show 'em what mack do
you kno these slugs harder than any you rap to
when talk shit, it just make the finger itch
I got drama for that ass, wanna the bitch?

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