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

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

You what you doin', let's get it
and you robbin', and you catch 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, hydro
And I'm, my 'caine, don't care how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your
Who but me? right, get it right
of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in your head, all she said
It's to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain't even bout my jams
Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin'
'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

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

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

4X]

[Tony
Who you know flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both
Of course we gon' ride, ride over the
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch is finished
All I gotta do is tag my lieutenant
Your whole click will get toe tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' gon' catch the God slippin'
I'm on point and I'm always packin' 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 can't be, young, black, rich, and
the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it

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

Millz]
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a what party it is
I'm still in the club wearin' (hah)
Milk ears the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs the best
Live life, hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the
Huh, your boy game so raw
And I even gotta say my name no more
Haters wanna my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the with Snaps
Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, Wink and Meeno
You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me
And before you on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)

This your boy to the
Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the
I stab niggaz, the hawk in the trash
my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in face
I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to
I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a
And my go eighty miles an hour in reverse
I let my tool go, niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, I'mma killa in the
I got guns hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, you swallow it all
Ya'll want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is

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

[Terra
And if he know, keep me little
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my come to, just like a waiter
You up north, singin' just like Baker
Make up your mind, come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that last, will surely laugh harder
Me have a shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
them and I for black gangster (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 around me, ready to it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my
I'm comin' off top, my moves are
Now to the snake, in the spring time wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
desirin', jobs is hiring
Money admiring, keep tiring
ain't nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm mine, holdin' it together
money quadruple, from playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, on ripple
Blunt on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'

4X]