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 good split him
Introduce myself, go booth
In the far left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you
out the truck, check the wheels
Wanna get fucked, kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of this 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 even talkin' 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 fuck 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 my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an or two
Then I might let you sign my shoe, 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 your broke, and not mine,
I'm like Juve', I need it in my
Got fifty birds flyin' in, on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get paid
Life is a boy, roll 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 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 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' they catch the God slippin'
I'm always on point and I'm always my weapon
You see me in the club, me, I got the tech 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 can't be, young, black, rich, and
the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check 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, right here,
You gon' stupid if you bounce to this man
You gonna only like a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's right
They know what it is, man,

Millz]
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from place called 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 check
Ill two step, blowin' with 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 gotta say my name no more
Haters wanna my name to the law
But and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for
catch me in the 'Lac 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 step on my sneaker, I really you need to (move back, move
back)

This boy to the dash
Same nigga, no talkin', just to the mass
I stab niggaz, throw the in the trash
Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a
fifty Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends the glass
I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your
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 eighty miles an hour in
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio
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 fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is

They ask, who's that, P-Cardi
And what he in, what he in, he in a
You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the on me
And I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me'
But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon'
Niggaz hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go that, green, I go against your, brain
And don't fuck with me and the kid, been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we blow that alley all day, say what
Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here
Greasin', on the front, with Snappy on my right
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 didn't

[Terra
And if he know, what me little
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, then 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
them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.)

[Ol' Dirty
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club tired
Bitches scatter all around me, to excite it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my are unwritten
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring wither
But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm
Women desirin', jobs is
Money admiring, never keep
ain't nothin', the easiest job ever
And I'm doing mine, holdin' it
While money quadruple, from playin' the
Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on
Blunt on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin'

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