Luyện nghe bài hát Move Back (Ft Drag-On, Jae Mills, Cardan & Lenox AveBoys) (Bonus Track)

[Intro:
Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave.
Aww, man, on, yea, yeah, yo

You doin' what you doin', get it
Starvin' and you robbin', and you a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the good Lord him
Introduce myself, go booth
In the far left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you
Checkin' out the truck, the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in grill
Who but me? right, get it right
of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that's all she
It's time to get head in my
Chipped up and I ain't talkin' bout my jams
up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned
'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

[Chorus 4X:
Move back, back, you can't fuck with me, huh
I'm the click called N.I.B

Next up, I that's me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always a weapon, see, run it ground
of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., dudes want my recipe?
what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's how I do
Everybody sayin', boy too up
Nah, I'm just hot, plus Coup'd up
Who put, you too holdin' the stoupe up
Ya'll fault broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm Juve', I need it in my life
Got fifty flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get twice
Life is a gamble boy, roll your

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[Tony
Who you spit flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links seen, back in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride over the
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch is finished
All I do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
Your whole will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin'
I'm always on point and I'm always my weapon
You see me in the club, believe me, I got the in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the
I'm what you be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, it

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[Interlude: Jae
Remix! Huh, yeah, 101, what?
You know it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or smacked in it,
Harlem, right here,
You gon' stupid if you don't to this man
You gonna only look like a hater,
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, only right
They know what it is, man,

[Jae
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place NYC
H Dub to the death, and I give a fuck what party it is
I'm still in the club sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the
Live life, most hated, with my Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with providing all the noise
Huh, home boy game so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my name no
Haters wanna give my to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the 'Lac Snaps
Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, Wink and Meeno
You the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither
And before you step on my sneaker, I really you need to (move back, move
back)

This boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', result to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the
Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a
fifty Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends the glass
I the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face
I'm a little bit too for the radios to play
I still can eighty miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz studio killas
Nigga, I'mma killa in the
I got that'll hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, make you it all
Ya'll want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and is for?

They ask, that, that's P-Cardi
And what he in, what he in, he in a
You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the on me
And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a Bigari
I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me'
But if he is, Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed'
ain't hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go your, brain
And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my
No 'dro, we gon' blow that all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' tonight
Greasin', Meen' on the front, with on my right
If rap work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain't hoes, so then you know we pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't
Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy

[Terra
And if he know, what me little
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my guns to, just like a waiter
You up north, singin' just Anita Baker
Make up your mind, then come and ready, to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, surely laugh harder
Me a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
With them and I for black (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the gettin' tired
Bitches scatter all me, ready to excite it
All kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm off top, my moves are unwritten
Now to the snake, in the spring time wither
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm
Women desirin', is hiring
Money admiring, never keep
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm mine, holdin' it together
While money quadruple, from playin' the
Drinkin' a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The pussy drippin', the wet got me
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'

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