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 pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell hoes go sell them cunts
hella blunts, and I'm only gonna 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 tell I'm
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that like fish, bitch
You Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', rock 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 drop of drops, get the mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, shot for
But I'm secure, no security, keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped 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 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 until you 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 South Nigga, if ya don't like it:
YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's decision, we can do it however you want to
Fight or it out, look the choices is on you
crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can if you choose, but if you comparing the crews
If we meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too to cock, clearing the block
beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your stomach get hit for runnin' ya lips
each and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to back
runnin' actin' like 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, been crazy
Wize, attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just call me broke (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and one'll stretch, through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood cryin'
lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting by a lame
That's like up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team
So don't even TINK it (No, no, no...)
you just a shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I dumb
Only you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em
So keep going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin'
And I'm stilla 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, call me whatever, don't call me broke
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