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 here
All hoods, up
All bwoys

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

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em
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 tell a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can I'm rich
I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I keep a box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, knock a
in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the
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, keep glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped your
But I'm not for sure, bitch wanna hop
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 long as you wanted to be I'd 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 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 the crews
If we ever 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...)
I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, 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 what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for 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)
time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head
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 ball with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't me broke (No, no, no...)
hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and one'll stretch, direct through your
I'm warning you, stop your clot cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no in dyin' (No, no, no...)
me passing 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 team devoured
So don't even TINK it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya stun
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em
So I'mma keep going, keep
Benz up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the
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, me whatever, just don't call me broke
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