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' what you doin', get it
Starvin' and you robbin', and you a nigga slippin', best get 'em
Hit 'em where the good split him
myself, go booth yourself
In the far lane, and I'm, hydro planed
And I'm, my 'caine, don't care how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, check the
Wanna get fucked, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? right, get it right
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
Chipped up and I ain't talkin' 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, nothin' less on me, why you 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
I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do
Everybody sayin', boy too up
Nah, I'm just hot, 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 birds flyin' 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 spit flows, get dough like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is
All I gotta do is Nextel tag my
Your whole will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' they gon' the God slippin'
I'm on point and I'm always packin' my weapon
You see me in the club, me, I got the tech in
I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' 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

2X]

[Interlude: Jae
Remix! Huh, yeah, 101, what?
You know what it is when you that, Harlem
Fix ya or smacked in it, Harlem
Harlem, right here,
You gon' if you don't bounce to this man
You gonna only 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 that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I give a fuck what party it is
I'm in the club wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the colored check
Ill two step, dubs with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease all the noise
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 kick us all, they can 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 you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move
back)

This your boy to the
Same nigga, no talkin', just 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 the glass
I pull the off my waist, and dumb in your face
I'm a bit too hard for the radios to play
I still can eighty miles an hour in a verse
And my Coupe go eighty miles an in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll just studio killas
Nigga, killa in the studio
I got guns that'll hollow a
it to your jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya'll niggaz want
What the fuck you think the R, and Full and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, that's
And what he in, he in, he in a Fer-rari
You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the 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, Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed'
Niggaz hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go that, green, I go against your, brain
And fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' blow alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it here tonight
Greasin', Meen' on the front, Snappy on my right
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 know Cardy

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

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

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