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 catch a nigga slippin', 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, 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 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 even 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 can't fuck me, huh
I'm the click called N.I.B

Next up, I believe me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always keep a weapon, see, run it
Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you on me
Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes my recipe?
Here's ya'll 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 the stoupe up
Ya'll your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm Juve', I need it in my life
Got birds flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid
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 I've seen, in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll niggaz is finished
All I do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
Your click 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 packin' my
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 respect it
glow, when the lights hit off the necklace
I'm you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
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 what it is you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya or smacked in it, Harlem
Harlem, here, Harlem
You stupid if you don't bounce to this man
You gonna look like a hater, huh-huh
Ave. Boyz, what 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 fuck what it is
I'm still in the club sweats (hah)
Milk ears the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the
Live life, most hated, with my Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, Grease providing all the noise
Huh, home boy game so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my no more
wanna give my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can you for
Might me in the 'Lac with Snaps
Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and
You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me
And before you step on my sneaker, I really you need to (move back, move
back)

This your boy to the
nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass
I niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash
my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three fifty Z, the Ave
I'm old school, I got the fiends burnin' 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 spit eighty miles an in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio
Nigga, I'mma in the studio
I got that'll hollow a wall
it to your jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya'll niggaz want
the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, that's
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
I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me'
But if he is, like said, 'he gon' bleed'
ain't hard, niggaz heart 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 it crackin' here tonight
Greasin', on the front, with 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 know Cardy

[Terra
And if he know, what me little
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my guns come to, just a waiter
You up north, singin' just like Baker
Make up your mind, come 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
With them and I for black (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)

Dirty Bastard]
But drunk, he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired
Bitches all around me, ready to excite it
All these kittens got me bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the time wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', jobs is
Money admiring, never tiring
Rhymin' nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm doing mine, holdin' it
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 pussy drippin', the wet got me
The I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'

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