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 pell 'em
'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you (No, No, No...)
So you should tell a friend, to tell a friend, to a bitch
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 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, killa glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably your whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch 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 on top ya know wha' i'm sayin [iffya hatin then get on ya job nigga]
Fake it until you make it
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 don't 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 crew could a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont lose (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 raps on the . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and your blessings
Keep that and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the
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 your stomach then get hit for ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your
can waste a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' 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, been attent, shit you can call me
Brethren, I ball with 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' theres no stop 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 your team
So don't even about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is (No, no, no...)
No I wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin'
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, 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, just don't me broke
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