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
Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the Lord split him
Introduce myself, go yourself
In the far left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in head, that's all she said
It's time to get in my Mercedes-Benz
up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams
Clipped up, so any frontin', gettin' banned
'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in

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

Next up, I that's me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always keep a weapon, see, run it
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 what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, just how I do
Everybody sayin', boy too up
Nah, I'm hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too busy the stoupe up
fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm Juve', I need it in my life
Got fifty birds in, later on tonight
and I hustle, so I get paid twice
Life is a gamble boy, roll dice

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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 seen, back in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both
Of course we gon' ride, over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch is finished
All I do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
Your whole click will get toe tagged in two minutes
This to fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin'
I'm always on point and I'm always my weapon
You see me in the club, me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in the records
Either you it or hate 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, 101, what?
You what it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here,
You gon' stupid if you bounce to this man
You gonna only like a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, up, it's only right
They what it is, man, remix

[Jae
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I give a fuck what party it is
I'm still in the club wearin' (hah)
Milk with the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with providing all the noise
Huh, home boy game so raw
And I ain't even gotta say my no more
Haters wanna give my to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can you for
Might catch me in the with Snaps
Or sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the and you ain't no coward, well me neither
And before you on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)

This boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', just to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the 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 bit too hard for the radios to play
I can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an in reverse
I let my tool go, niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, I'mma in the studio
I got guns that'll hollow a
Point it to jaw, make you swallow it all
niggaz want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Surface and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, that's
And he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari
You know I'm strapped, you 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 said, 'he gon' bleed'
ain't hard, niggaz heart 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 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 work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain't hoes, so then you know we 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
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my guns come to, just a waiter
You up north, singin' just like Anita
Make up mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man laugh last, will surely laugh harder
Me have a gonna up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
With and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)

Dirty Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club tired
Bitches scatter all around me, ready to it
All kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm off top, my moves are unwritten
Now to the snake, in the spring time wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', jobs is
Money admiring, never keep
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm doing mine, it together
While money quadruple, from the cripple
Drinkin' from a nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the record
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum

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