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, chrome at me

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell cunts
Roll blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can I'm rich
Cause I sell my bricks, call pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin' 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 a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in the of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the popped, top a top, shot the pawn
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, killa keep glocks and
Plus blocks of raw, probably your whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch 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 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 know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin get on ya job nigga]
Fake it you make it nigga
If I wanted to be me as long as you 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
Young pimpin' wont nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you the crews
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and in da interview
damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I you invest in vests and count your blessings
that smith 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 what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP
Get hit up in your stomach get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can if you want to man)
Combat time, was lined, to back grime
Nigga actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy
Wize, attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't ball with
And you can call me you want, just 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 warning you, stop your clot cryin'
Stop lyin' theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches
It just dont sound right, I get team devoured
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
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 keep going, flowin'
Benz backin' up so keep rollin' bent
And I'm heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The tech missiles and the hitters

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