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
and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the good split him
Introduce myself, go yourself
In the far left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, my 'caine, don't care how you feel
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me in your grill
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 head, that's 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

4X: Meeno]
Move back, move back, you can't fuck me, huh
I'm the click called N.I.B

Next up, I that's me
Meeno, get it right, no
keep a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's how I do
sayin', boy too souped up
Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley up
Who put, you too holdin' the stoupe up
fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I need it in my
Got fifty 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 dough I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, in late '95
Had to for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride over the
The real has arrived, ya'll niggaz 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' they gon' the God slippin'
I'm always on and I'm always packin' my weapon
You see me in the club, me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you respect it
Rainbow glow, when the hit off the necklace
I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and
It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, it

2X]

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

Millz]
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck party it is
I'm in the club wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the
Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave.
Remix, Move Back, with Grease all the noise
Huh, your home boy so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my no more
wanna give my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the 'Lac with
Or sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the hood and you no coward, well me neither
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, throw the in the trash
Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a
Three Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I got the fiends burnin' the glass
I pull the pump off my waist, and in your face
I'm a little bit too for the radios to play
I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a
And my Coupe go eighty miles an in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio
Nigga, I'mma killa in the
I got that'll hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, make you it all
Ya'll niggaz hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is

They ask, that, that's 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 I'm wearin', a long Bigari
I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me'
But if he is, like said, 'he gon' bleed'
Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart full of
But go against that, green, I go against your,
And don't fuck me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we blow that alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we it crackin' here tonight
Greasin', on the front, with Snappy on my right
If rap work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I slippin'
Too close, hold somethin', or now I know didn't

Blacks]
And if he know, what me little
Think you know, I it later
See me, and my guns come to, just a waiter
You up north, singin' just like Baker
Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to your maker
The man that laugh last, will laugh harder
Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the
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 all around me, ready to excite it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my moves are
Now to the snake, in the spring time wither
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm
Women desirin', jobs is
admiring, never keep tiring
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm mine, holdin' it together
While money quadruple, from the cripple
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on
keep 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 platinum

4X]