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 where the good split him
Introduce myself, go booth
In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't how you feel
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in grill
Who but me? right, get it right
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no
Now pop one in your head, that's all she
time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain't even bout my jams
Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', 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 called N.I.B

Next up, I believe me
Meeno, get it right, no
keep a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I my D., ya'll dudes 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
Everybody sayin', boy too up
Nah, I'm hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up
Who put, you too holdin' the stoupe up
Ya'll fault broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm Juve', I need it in my life
Got fifty birds flyin' in, on tonight
and I hustle, so I get paid twice
Life is a boy, roll your dice

4X]

[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 wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both
Of course we ride, ride over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is
All I do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' gon' catch 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 the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' it
Rainbow glow, the lights hit off the necklace
I'm you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, it

2X]

[Interlude: Jae
Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101,
You know what it is when you hear that,
Fix ya or smacked in it, Harlem
Harlem, here, Harlem
You stupid if you don't bounce to this man
You gonna only look a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, only right
They know what it is, man,

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 still in the wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' dubs the best
Live life, hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, 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, they can you for
Might catch me in the 'Lac with
Or sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the hood and you no coward, well me neither
And before you on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)

This your boy to the
nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the
Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a
Three Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the
I the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face
I'm a bit too hard for the radios to play
I still can spit eighty an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go miles an hour in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio
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 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 don't fuck with me and the kid, 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 work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I slippin'
Too close, somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't

[Terra
And if he know, keep me little
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my guns come to, just like a
You up north, just like Anita Baker
up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man that laugh last, will surely harder
Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the
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 gettin' tired
Bitches scatter all around me, to excite it
All these got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', is hiring
Money admiring, keep tiring
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job
And I'm mine, holdin' it together
While money quadruple, playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, on ripple
Blunt on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The pussy drippin', the wet got me
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'

4X]