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 here
All hoods, up
All bwoys

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

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only 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 smell like fish, bitch
You Dada Dot, me I keep 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
System in the drop of drops, get the mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, for sure
But I'm secure, no security, keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped whore
But I'm not for sure, wanna hop aboard
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 this pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on top ya 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,
King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya like it:
YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it however you to
Fight or shoot it out, the choices is on you
Your could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can if you choose, but if you comparing the crews
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for ya jewels
your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to stop and i'm (No, no, no...)
Ain't this you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for ya lips
Spit each and in the clip, and one in your whip
can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' actin' a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head
The paper in the saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me
Brethren, I don't ball dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your
I'm warning you, stop your blood clot
Stop lyin' cause no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
me passing my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches
It just sound right, I get your team devoured
So even TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling
Only rapper you seen icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I 'em sick
So keep going, keep flowin'
backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the
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 call me
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