Luyện nghe bài hát No, No, No Remix

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

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

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

(Verse)
Doggy I stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm gonna tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you should tell a friend, to a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell fish, bitch
You rockin' Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the of Roc's (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, a knock
System in the 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
the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa keep and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop
Hit up the and shores (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 this pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas to see the real niggaz on top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga]
it until you make it nigga
If I wanted to be me as as you wanted to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know,
of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't like it:
YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it however you to
Fight or shoot it out, look the 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 ever meet in public, we for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your raps on the . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do (No, no, no...)
Well I you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to stop and i'm (No, no, no...)
Ain't this what you niggaz to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the lyin'
The paper in the morning (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, crazy flow
Wize, been attent, you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't 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 stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your clot cryin'
lyin' 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 TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I dumb
rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is (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 stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good the pitbull
The tech missiles and the hitters

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