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 nigga slippin', get 'em
Hit 'em where the good Lord him
Introduce myself, go booth
In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, care how you feel
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me in your grill
Who but me? right, get it right
Papi of this thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in head, that's all she said
It's time to get head in my
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 the click called N.I.B

Next up, I that's me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always a weapon, see, run it ground
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 do, hit the lab, write 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 need it in my
Got fifty birds in, later on tonight
and I hustle, so I get paid twice
Life is a gamble boy, your 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 I've seen, back in late '95
Had to for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch is finished
All I gotta do is 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, believe me, I got the in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you it in with the records
you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the
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 know what it is you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or smacked in it,
Harlem, right here,
You gon' stupid if you bounce to this man
You gonna look like a hater, huh-huh
Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right
They know what it is, man,

[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 club wearin' (hah)
Milk ears with the money colored
Ill two step, dubs with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave.
Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the
Huh, home boy game so raw
And I ain't even say my name no more
Haters wanna give my to the law
But punchin' and kickin', to us all, they can blame you for
Might catch me in the with Snaps
Or lightin' green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You the hood 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 still got the fiends burnin' the
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in face
I'm a bit too hard for the radios to play
I still can spit miles an hour in a verse
And my go eighty miles an hour in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just killas
Nigga, killa in the studio
I got guns that'll 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 D-Block is

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 what I'm wearin', a long
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me'
But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon'
ain't hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go your, brain
And fuck 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 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 ain't
Too close, somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't

Blacks]
And if he know, what keep me
Think you know, I think it
See me, and my come to, just like a waiter
You up north, singin' like Anita Baker
Make up your mind, come and ready, feen to meet your maker
The man laugh last, will surely laugh harder
Me a gonna 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 scatter all around me, to excite it
All kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' 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, keep tiring
Rhymin' nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm doing mine, it together
money quadruple, from playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, on ripple
Blunt keep on flippin', from keep dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the record
The pussy drippin', the wet got me
The I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'

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