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)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell cunts
hella blunts, and I'm only gonna 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 that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I 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 popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they'll be 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, bitch wanna hop
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 [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 long as you wanted to be I'd me too nigga, you know,
King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't it:
YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it you want to
Fight or shoot it out, the choices is on you
Your crew could a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the
If we ever meet in public, we for keepin' ya jewels
your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count blessings
Keep smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
what I come 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 wanted to get, you wanted what TIP
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to back
Nigga runnin' actin' like a and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't call me (No, no, no...)
hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood clot
lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Lane
It just dont right, I get your team devoured
So don't TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya stun
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma keep going, keep
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep bent
And I'm stilla spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The tech 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, just don't call me
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