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 right here
All hoods, up
All rude

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

(Verse)
I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you should a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can I'm rich
Cause I sell my bricks, hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I a Prada box
Ak', rock 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, the pawn
Dog, be shotters shot, I done shot a lot
Shot the nine, the rock, sure shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your
But I'm not for sure, wanna hop aboard
Hit up the and shores (No, No, No...)

(T.I.)[T.I]
[I know you niggaz sick] I know y'all hate this 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 know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga]
Fake it 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 decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or shoot it out, the choices is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya fool
pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da
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 with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this what you wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can if you want to man)
time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (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, been flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, don't call me broke (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and one'll stretch, direct your abdominal
I'm you, stop your blood clot cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get team devoured
So don't even TINK it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the
Holla back, how is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma keep going, flowin'
backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the
The missiles and the heavy hitters

(Jae Millz)
my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. grand
up
They who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just call me broke
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