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' you doin', let's get it
Starvin' and you robbin', and you a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the Lord split him
myself, go booth yourself
In the far lane, and I'm, hydro planed
And I'm, my 'caine, don't care how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, check the
Wanna get fucked, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck
Rollin' my niggaz, we ain't lookin' 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
Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin'
'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

[Chorus 4X:
Move back, move back, you fuck with me, huh
I'm from the called N.I.B

Next up, I believe 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 stretch my D., ya'll want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an or two
I might let you sign my shoe, that's just 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 it in my life
Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on
Rock and I hustle, so I get twice
Life is a gamble boy, your dice

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[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 for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides
Of course we ride, ride over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is
All I gotta do is tag my lieutenant
whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God
I'm always on and I'm always packin' my weapon
You see me in the club, believe me, I got the in
I the DJ a guard, you slipped 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
It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, it

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

[Jae
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't a fuck what party it is
I'm in the club wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the 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 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 the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither
And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back,
back)

This boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the
I stab niggaz, the hawk in the trash
Peroxide my bullets, give the a bath
Three Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I got the fiends burnin' the glass
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your
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 go, ya'll niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, killa in the studio
I got that'll hollow a wall
Point it to jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya'll niggaz hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, that's
And what he in, he in, he in a Fer-rari
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 long
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me'
But if he is, like said, 'he gon' bleed'
Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your,
And don't fuck with me and the kid, been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' that alley 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 we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't
Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy

Blacks]
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 Anita
Make up your mind, then come and ready, to meet your maker
The man that last, will surely laugh harder
Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the
With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Dirty
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin'
scatter 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 slitter to the snake, in the spring wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
desirin', jobs is hiring
Money admiring, never keep
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm mine, holdin' it together
While quadruple, from playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the record
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'

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