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 them go sell them cunts
Roll blunts, and I'm only gonna tell you once (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 that smell like fish,
You rockin' 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, a knock
System in the 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, sure 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 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 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 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 decision, we can do it however you want to
or shoot it out, look the choices is on you
Your could swindle 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
damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your
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 what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for runnin' ya
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' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead flyin' bed time, the head lyin'
The in the morning saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me
Brethren, I don't ball with
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 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 like runnin' up on Father Zeek, and Lane
It just dont sound right, I get your team
So don't TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
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 don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em
So I'mma keep going, keep
Benz backin' up so I'ma rollin' bent
And I'm heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the pitbull
The tech missiles and the heavy

(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, don't call me broke
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