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 bwoys

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

(Verse)
I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell 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 tell I'm
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish,
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 a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, shot, shot for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa glocks and fours
Plus blocks of raw, probably popped 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 now ]I know 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 make it
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 your decision, we can do it however you to
or shoot it out, look the choices is on you
Your crew swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont lose (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the
If we meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da
Cause damn...what you wanna do (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and your blessings
Keep that and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
what I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to and i'm like (No, no, no...)
this what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit 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 grime
Nigga runnin' actin' a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me
Brethren, I don't ball dopes
And you can me anything you want, just don't call me broke (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop blood clot cryin'
lyin' cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me my chain, or getting smacked by a lame
That's like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Lane
It just sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the
Holla back, how is that (No, no, no...)
No I wanna 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 missiles and the hitters

(Jae Millz)
my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. grand
up
They who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just don't me broke
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