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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Bridge Hot

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

Yo dun, caught me from the blind side, me the P
the one who love, me, I never shit on my peeps
I never left my out in the cold
I extended my hand wit compassion, you yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon how this nigga rock
Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and just pop ya
now if it get night, and gettin past it
ill see you at the crossroad
and in the time, and in between time
P'll up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more nines
More boxes of talons to put in spine
You me nigga, you lost your mind
Scratch that, you never me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, shots (fizzling)

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

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

(its time to) Get
Yea, Its so
the taste of revenge and blood on the

(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 Thug been on henny rocks, slingin
a thug on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or out that peice and aimin at ya Kangol
Them thugs, some blood, some crip, some
you see 'em crip-walkin but ain't thuggin nuttin
they ain't tough, ain't rough, 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 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 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, done summed it up and ain't no reason to spit
but fuck it, lemme have my lil 2
the leave you so bent
have you huggin the ground like a bowl ready to hurl
you'll be havin body 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 of fire crackers makin 'em peel
rhyme how they kill (kill)
rhyme how they (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 paper and git at you
I dont preach about the shit, I show 'em what mack do
you kno these harder than any track you rap to
when talk shit, it just make the finger itch
I got drama for that ass, meet the bitch?

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