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 what you doin', let's 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 left lane, and I'm, planed
And I'm, my 'caine, don't care how you feel
Checkin' out the truck, the wheels
get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
Papi of motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no
Now pop one in head, that's all she said
It's to get head in my Mercedes-Benz
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 from the called N.I.B

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

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[Tony
Who you know spit flows, get dough 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 clickin' on sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride the competition
The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is
All I do is Nextel tag my lieutenant
Your whole will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes
This to them fools thinkin' 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 it in with the records
Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' it
Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the
I'm you can't 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, 101, what?
You what it is when you hear 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 look a hater, huh-huh
Lenox Ave. Boyz, up, it's only right
They what it is, man, remix

Millz]
Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm that place called NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't give a what party it is
I'm still in the club sweats (hah)
Milk with the money colored check
Ill two step, blowin' with the best
Live life, most hated, with my Ave. Boyz
Remix, Move Back, with Grease all the noise
Huh, your 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' sticky 'dro, with Wink and Meeno
You from the and you ain't no coward, well me neither
And before you step on my sneaker, I think you need to (move back, move
back)

This your boy to the
Same nigga, no talkin', just to the mass
I stab niggaz, the hawk in the trash
my bullets, give the burners a bath
Three Z, burnin' the Ave
I'm old school, I still got the fiends the glass
I the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face
I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to
I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a
And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in
I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just killas
Nigga, killa in the studio
I got that'll hollow a wall
Point it to your jaw, you swallow it all
niggaz want hardcore?
What the fuck you think the R, and Surface and D-Block is for?

They ask, who's that, that's
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, Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed'
Niggaz hard, niggaz heart full of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your,
And don't fuck me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life
No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say
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 hoes, so then you know 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 it later
See me, and my guns come to, just like a
You up north, singin' just Anita Baker
Make up your mind, come 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
With 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 gettin' tired
Bitches scatter all around me, ready to it
All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my
I'm comin' off top, my moves are
Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', jobs is
Money admiring, never keep
Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job
And I'm doing mine, holdin' it
While money quadruple, playin' the cripple
Drinkin' from a nipple, sippin' on ripple
keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum

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