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 this right
All hoods, up
All rude

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

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna 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 hoes pultry that smell fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a 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 popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, be shotters shot, I done shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa glocks and fours
blocks of raw, probably popped 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 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 until you 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 your decision, we can do it you want to
Fight or shoot it out, look the is on you
Your crew swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont nigga (No, no, no...)
We can if you choose, but if you comparing the crews
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for ya jewels
Keep your raps on the . . . and talkin 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 with too heavy to cock, clearing the
beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, you what TIP get?
Get hit up in your then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in whip
Ambulence can a trip (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been flow
Wize, attent, shit 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...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and one'll stretch, through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting by a lame
like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, leave ya king stun
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I 'em sick
So I'mma going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm with the pitbull
The tech 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, me whatever, just don't call me broke
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