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

Sometimes you gotta show niggaz how you do things
That shit
tell like my nigga Illa G always said
Love all my
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die,

Queens Bridge Hot Boys

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

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 extended my hand wit compassion, you yours wit war
cool, it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this nigga rock
Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you 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 layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more
More of talons to put in your spine
You me nigga, you lost your mind
Scratch that, you never knew me from the start, so I you
After you die squirmin, burning (fizzling)

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

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

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

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

Ayo when the pop, the thugs pop em, everybody kno
Mo been on henny rocks, slingin Fo-Fours
a thug on ya block, onna 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 ain't thuggin nuttin
they tough, ain't rough, ain't built for war
they frontin they thuggin, and that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and murder (Murder).
A, L... (ALL) yall
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 when they
leave 'em dead in the bed and his blood in the
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm whats
(Its the Get Back)

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

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