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
myself, go booth yourself
In the far lane, and I'm, hydro planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, care how you feel
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your
Who but me? right, get it right
of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that's all she
time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain't 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 called N.I.B

Next up, I believe me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, nothin' on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad cause I my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, an album or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, just how I do
Everybody sayin', boy too up
Nah, I'm just hot, plus Coup'd up
Who put, you too holdin' the stoupe up
fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I it in my life
Got fifty flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid
Life is a gamble boy, roll dice

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[Tony
Who you know 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, and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride the competition
The has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is finished
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 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 it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the
I'm you can't 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, 101, what?
You what it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or in it, Harlem
Harlem, here, Harlem
You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to man
You gonna look like a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only
They what it is, man, remix

[Jae
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck party it is
I'm still in the club sweats (hah)
ears with the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave.
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the
Huh, your home boy 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 with Snaps
Or lightin' 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 your boy to the
Same nigga, no talkin', result to the mass
I niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash
my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three fifty Z, 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 bit too hard for the radios to play
I can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go miles an hour in reverse
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?
the fuck you think the R, and Full 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 I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari
I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me'
But if he is, like said, 'he gon' 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 that all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it here tonight
Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my
If rap work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
Those ain't hoes, so then you we ain't pimpin'
I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I slippin'
Too close, hold somethin', or now I Cardy didn't

Blacks]
And if he know, what me little
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my guns come to, just like a
You up north, singin' just Anita Baker
Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your
The man that laugh last, will surely harder
Me have a shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster
With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Bastard]
But drunk, he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired
Bitches all around me, ready to excite 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 time
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm
desirin', jobs is hiring
Money admiring, keep tiring
ain't nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm doing mine, holdin' it
While quadruple, from playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a nipple, sippin' on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin'
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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