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' what you doin', get it
and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em the good Lord split him
Introduce myself, go yourself
In the far left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, check the
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, tight
Rollin' my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in your head, 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 frontin', gettin' banned
'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

[Chorus 4X:
Move back, move back, you can't with me, huh
I'm from the click N.I.B

Next up, I believe me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always keep a weapon, see, run it
Worth of stones, less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, just how I do
sayin', boy too souped up
Nah, I'm hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too busy holdin' the up
Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine,
I'm like Juve', I it in my life
Got fifty birds in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid
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 seen, back in late '95
Had to for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride the competition
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' catch the God
I'm on point 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, the lights hit off the necklace
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, 101, what?
You what it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here,
You gon' if you don't bounce to this man
You only look like a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, only right
They know 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 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
life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease all the noise
Huh, home boy game so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my name no
Haters 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 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You the hood 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 boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', result to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the in the trash
my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three fifty Z, the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your
I'm a little bit too for the radios to play
I still can spit miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in
I let my tool go, ya'll just studio killas
Nigga, I'mma in the studio
I got guns hollow a wall
it to your jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya'll want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, P-Cardi
And he in, what 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 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 your, brain
And don't with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' blow 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 hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I slippin'
Too close, somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't

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 Baker
Make up your mind, then and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, surely laugh harder
Me a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
With them and I for gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)

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

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