Luyện nghe bài hát Move Back (Ft Drag-On, Jae Mills, Cardan & Lenox AveBoys) (Bonus Track)

E-Snaps]
Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave.
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 Lord 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
Checkin' out the truck, the wheels
Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in grill
Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it
of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight
Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't for no fights
Now pop one in your head, all she said
It's time to get in my Mercedes-Benz
Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my
Clipped up, so any frontin', gettin' banned
'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
of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me
Niggaz mad I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe?
Here's what do, hit the lab, write an album 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, plus Bentley up
Who put, you too busy the stoupe up
Ya'll your broke, and not mine, stupe'a
I'm like Juve', I it in my life
Got fifty flyin' in, later on tonight
Rock and I hustle, so I get twice
Life is a gamble boy, your dice

4X]

[Tony
Who you know spit flows, get like I
In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, 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 niggaz is finished
All I gotta do is Nextel tag my
Your whole click will get toe tagged in two minutes
This to them thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin'
I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my
You see me in the club, me, I got the tech in
I the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records
Either you it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it
glow, when the lights hit off the necklace
I'm you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless
the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it

2X]

[Interlude: Jae
Remix! Huh, yeah, 101, what?
You know it is when you hear that, Harlem
Fix ya face or smacked in it,
Harlem, right here,
You gon' stupid if you bounce to this man
You only look like 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 from that place NYC
H Dub to the death, and I don't a fuck what party it is
I'm still in the wearin' sweats (hah)
Milk ears the money colored check
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 home boy so raw
And I ain't gotta say my name no more
Haters wanna my name 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 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
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 burnin' the glass
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 Coupe go eighty miles an in reverse
I let my go, ya'll niggaz just studio killas
Nigga, I'mma killa in the
I got guns hollow a wall
Point it to jaw, make you swallow it all
Ya'll niggaz want
What the you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for?

They ask, that, that's P-Cardi
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 I'm wearin', a long Bigari
Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to on me'
But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he bleed'
Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart of creatine
But go against that, green, I go against your,
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 it crackin' here tonight
Greasin', on the front, with Snappy on my right
If rap work, nigga, we go to the kitchen
ain't 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

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

Dirty Bastard]
But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club tired
scatter all around me, ready to excite it
All these kittens got me bitten, eatin' out my mitten
I'm comin' off top, my are unwritten
Now to the snake, in the spring time wither
But on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever
Women desirin', is hiring
admiring, never keep tiring
Rhymin' nothin', the easiest 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', from keep gettin'
The mic I'm rippin', the skippin'
The drippin', the wet got me slippin'
The bitch I'm strippin', I'm shippin'

4X]