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
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you (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 pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', rock 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 mobstered
Get the popped, top a top, shot the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I shot a lot
the nine, shot the rock, sure 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 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 pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow 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 long as you 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
Fight or shoot it out, look the is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't
Young pimpin' wont lose (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you the crews
If we ever meet in public, we for keepin' ya jewels
Keep your on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count blessings
that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to stop and i'm (No, no, no...)
Ain't this you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to grime
Nigga runnin' actin' 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 spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't with 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 your blood cryin'
Stop cause theres no stop in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or getting by a lame
like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get team devoured
So even TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I dumb
Only rapper you seen walkin' icey in the
Holla back, how real is (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 heavy spitter, 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. grand
up
They who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just call me broke
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