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' you doin', let's get it
Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the good Lord him
Introduce myself, go booth
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, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? right, get it right
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 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 from the click N.I.B

Next up, I that's 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 want my
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, 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 hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too busy holdin' the up
Ya'll 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 twice
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 I've seen, back in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride over the
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is
All I gotta do is Nextel tag my
Your whole click will get toe tagged in two minutes
This to them fools they gon' catch the God slippin'
I'm always on and I'm always 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 the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' it
glow, when the lights hit off the necklace
I'm what you 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 face or in it, Harlem
Harlem, here, Harlem
You gon' 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

[Jae
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 still in the wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the
Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave.
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the
Huh, home boy game so raw
And I even gotta say my name no more
Haters wanna my name to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the with Snaps
Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with and Meeno
You from the hood and you no coward, well me neither
And before you step on my sneaker, I think you need to (move back, move
back)

This your boy to the
Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the
I stab niggaz, the hawk in the trash
my bullets, give the burners 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 face
I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to
I can spit eighty 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 that'll hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, make you it all
Ya'll niggaz hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and is for?

They ask, who's that, that's
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 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 hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your,
And don't fuck me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' that alley 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 hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't
Too close, hold somethin', or now I Cardy didn't

Blacks]
And if he know, what me little
you know, I think it later
See me, and my come to, just like a waiter
You up north, just like Anita Baker
Make up your mind, then come and ready, to meet your maker
The man laugh 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 the click called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club tired
Bitches scatter all me, ready to excite it
All these kittens got me 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', is hiring
admiring, never keep tiring
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm doing mine, it together
While money quadruple, playin' the cripple
from a titty 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 shippin'

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