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 Lord him
Introduce myself, go yourself
In the far lane, and I'm, hydro planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, check the
Wanna get fucked, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights
Now pop one in your head, that's all she
It's time to get in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I even 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 with me, huh
I'm from the click N.I.B

Next up, I believe me
Meeno, get it right, no
Always a weapon, see, run it ground
Worth of stones, less on me, why you stress on me
mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an or two
Then I let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do
sayin', boy too souped up
Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley up
Who put, you too busy holdin' the up
Ya'll your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I need it in my
Got birds flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid
Life is a boy, roll 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 seen, back in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on sides
Of we gon' ride, ride over the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll niggaz 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 on point 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 it in with the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you respect it
glow, when the lights hit off the necklace
I'm what you be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, it

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

Millz]
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what it is
I'm in the club wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears with the money colored
Ill two step, blowin' dubs the best
life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz
Remix, Back, with 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, can blame you for
Might me in the 'Lac with Snaps
Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and
You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me
And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back,
back)

This boy to the dash
nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the
Peroxide my bullets, give the a bath
fifty Z, burnin' 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 little bit too for the radios to play
I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a
And my Coupe go miles an hour in reverse
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just killas
Nigga, I'mma killa in the
I got guns that'll a wall
Point it to your jaw, you swallow it all
Ya'll niggaz want
What the you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, P-Cardi
And what he in, 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 I'm wearin', a long Bigari
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me'
But if he is, like said, 'he gon' bleed'
Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart full of
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' that alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' tonight
Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my
If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the
ain't 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 know Cardy

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

[Ol' Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin'
scatter all around me, ready 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 time wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', is hiring
Money admiring, keep tiring
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the job ever
And I'm doing mine, it together
While money quadruple, from playin' the
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on
Blunt keep on flippin', keep 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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