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

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

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my hope to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Hot Boys

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

Yo dun, They caught me the blind side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I never on my peeps
I never left my out in the cold
I my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky gon learn how this 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 gettin past it
ill see you at the faggot
and in the time, and in between time
P'll up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more nines
More boxes of to put in your spine
You cross me nigga, you your mind
that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, burning (fizzling)

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

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

(its time to) Get
Yea, Its so
the of revenge 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 on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out that peice and at ya Kangol
Them thugs, blood, some crip, some stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they thuggin nuttin
ain't tough, ain't rough, ain't built for war
they frontin thuggin, and ain't that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and murder (Murder).
A, L... (ALL) yall
Yall heard of, the Queens fucking Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that nigga
and the Get Back and yes, revenge is so
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when they
'em dead in the bed and his blood in the streets
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done it up and ain't no reason to spit
but fuck it, lemme my lil 2 cent
the nine'll leave you so
have you huggin the ground like a toilet bowl ready to
you'll be havin body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be find a
shot up can do that, most'll squeal
they so shook, the sound of fire makin 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how they (kill)
rhyme how feel (feel)
talkin all that like for the deal
but me, if I ain't have to... prolly wouldnt you
but they see you wit that and wanna git at you
I preach about the shit, I just show 'em what mack do
you kno these slugs than any track you rap to
when cowards talk shit, it just the finger itch
I got drama for ass, wanna meet the bitch?

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