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 what you doin', let's get it
Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the good split him
Introduce myself, go yourself
In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that's all she
It's time to get in my Mercedes-Benz
up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams
Clipped up, so any frontin', gettin' banned
'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

[Chorus 4X:
back, move back, you can't fuck with 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' less on me, why you 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 hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too busy holdin' the up
Ya'll your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I need it in my
Got birds flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get twice
Life is a gamble boy, your dice

4X]

[Tony
Who you know spit flows, get like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, back in '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both
Of course we ride, ride over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll niggaz is finished
All I gotta do is tag my lieutenant
Your whole will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
to them 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, me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you it in with the records
Either you love it or it, but bet you gon' respect it
Rainbow glow, when the hit off the necklace
I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and
the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it

2X]

[Interlude: Jae
Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101,
You know what it is you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya or smacked in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here,
You gon' stupid if you bounce to this man
You only look like a hater, huh-huh
Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right
They know it is, man, remix

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

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

They ask, who's that, P-Cardi
And what he in, what he in, he in a
You know I'm strapped, you I'm strapped, I got the heat on me
And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a Bigari
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 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 against your,
And don't with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' blow that all day, say what
Act stupid, we it crackin' here 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 then you we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I slippin'
Too close, hold somethin', or now I Cardy didn't

[Terra
And if he know, what keep me
you know, I think it later
See me, and my come to, just like a waiter
You up north, just like Anita Baker
Make up your mind, then and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, will laugh harder
Me a gonna 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' Dirty
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin'
Bitches scatter all around me, ready to it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, out my mitten
I'm off top, my moves are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring 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, playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'

4X]