Luyện nghe bài hát No, No, No Remix

No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I

(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you we had to do this right here
All hoods, up
All bwoys

(Cam'Ron)
the remix, Killa, Dip Set
Harlem, mo say, holla at me

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got pell 'em stunts
'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that like fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I a Prada box
Ak', gotta the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a
in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the
Dog, they'll be shot, I done shot a lot
Shot the nine, the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably your whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop
Hit up the docks and (No, No, No...)

(T.I.)[T.I]
[I know you niggaz sick] I know y'all hate this shit here man,[I know you niggaz sick now ]I know they hate pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga]
Fake it until you make it
If I wanted to be me as as you wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know,
King of da Muhfuckin' Nigga, if ya don't like it:
YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it you want to
Fight or it out, look the choices is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the ya don't fool
Young wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you the crews
If we meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your raps on the . . . and talkin in da interview
damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and your blessings
that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the
Niggas beg me to and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you to man)
Combat time, was lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and (Sfffmmmm)
When the flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me
Brethren, I ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, don't call me broke (No, no, no...)
hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and one'll stretch, through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your clot cryin'
Stop cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting by a lame
like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team
So don't even about it (No, no, no...)
you just a shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen icey in the terrordome
back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em
So I'mma going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma rollin' bent
And I'm heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The missiles and the heavy hitters

(Jae Millz)
my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. hustle
up
They who I am
Jae Millz, me whatever, just don't call me broke
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