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 the good Lord split him
myself, go booth yourself
In the far left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you
Checkin' out the truck, check the
Wanna get fucked, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? right, get it right
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in head, that's all she said
time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' 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 with me, huh
I'm the click called N.I.B

Next up, I that's me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always a weapon, see, run it ground
of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress 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 let you sign 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
fault 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 paid
Life is a gamble boy, roll your

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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 wait for two nine, rockin' and on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, over the competition
The has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is finished
All I gotta do is Nextel tag my
Your click 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 packin' my
You see me in the club, me, I got the tech 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
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the
I'm what you be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
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 what it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here,
You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to man
You gonna only like a hater, huh-huh
Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right
They know what it is, man,

Millz]
Move back, its no me, I'm from that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck party it is
I'm still in the club wearin' (hah)
ears with the money colored check
Ill two step, dubs with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the
Huh, your boy game so raw
And I ain't gotta say my name no more
Haters give my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, can blame you for
Might catch me in the 'Lac Snaps
Or lightin' green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the and you ain't no coward, well me neither
And you step 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 still got the 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 eighty miles an in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an in reverse
I let my tool go, niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, killa in the studio
I got guns that'll a wall
Point it to jaw, make you swallow it all
niggaz want hardcore?
What the fuck you the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?

They ask, that, that's P-Cardi
And what he in, he in, he in a Fer-rari
You I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me
And what I'm wearin', and 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 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 blow that alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here
Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my
If rap work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't
Too close, somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't

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

[Ol' Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the gettin' tired
Bitches scatter all around me, to excite it
All these got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm off top, my moves are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the time wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', jobs is
admiring, never keep tiring
Rhymin' nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm doing mine, it together
While money quadruple, playin' the cripple
Drinkin' a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from keep dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'

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