Luyện nghe bài hát Move Back (Ft Drag-On, Jae Mills, Cardan & Lenox AveBoys) (Bonus Track)

[Intro:
Aww, man, yeah, Ave. Boyz
Aww, man, on, yea, yeah, yo

You doin' you doin', let's get it
and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em the good Lord split him
Introduce myself, go booth
In the far lane, and I'm, hydro planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't how you feel
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? right, get it right
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that's all she
It's time to get in my Mercedes-Benz
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:
back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh
I'm from the called N.I.B

Next up, I that's me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you on me
Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll want my recipe?
Here's what do, hit the lab, write an album or two
Then I might let you my shoe, that's just how I do
sayin', boy too souped up
Nah, I'm just hot, Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too busy the stoupe up
Ya'll fault broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I 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 know flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the I've seen, back 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 bitch niggaz is
All I gotta do is tag my lieutenant
Your whole click get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' they gon' the God slippin'
I'm always on point and I'm packin' my weapon
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 it, but bet you gon' respect it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the
I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and
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 when you hear that,
Fix ya face or smacked in it,
Harlem, here, Harlem
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 know it is, man, remix

Millz]
Move back, its no me, I'm from that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I give a fuck what party it is
I'm in the club wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money colored
Ill two step, blowin' dubs the best
Live life, most hated, my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Back, with Grease providing all the noise
Huh, your boy game so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my no more
Haters wanna my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, can blame you for
Might catch me in the with Snaps
Or lightin' sticky 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me
And you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)

This boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', result to the mass
I niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash
Peroxide my bullets, the burners a bath
Three Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends the glass
I pull the 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 in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just 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 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
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me'
But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon'
Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your,
And fuck with 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 gon' it crackin' here
Greasin', on the front, with Snappy on my right
If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the
Those ain't hoes, so you know we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I slippin'
Too close, hold somethin', or now I know didn't

[Terra
And if he know, what keep me
you know, I think it later
See me, and my guns to, just like a waiter
You up north, singin' just like Baker
up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, will surely harder
Me have a 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, he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired
scatter all around me, ready to excite it
All kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my moves are
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm
Women desirin', jobs is
Money admiring, never tiring
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm doing mine, it together
While quadruple, from playin' the cripple
from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The pussy drippin', the wet got me
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum

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