Luyện nghe bài hát No, No, No Remix

No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I

(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you we had to do this right here
All hoods, up
All bwoys

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

(Verse)
I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, them hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm only tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you should a friend, to tell a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can tell I'm
Cause I sell my bricks, hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You Dada Dot, me I keep a Prada box
Ak', gotta rock the rocks, now I got the rock of (Minimum)
And I cop a top, ak chop a glock, suede, beige, a knock
in the drop of drops, get the mobstered mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I shot a lot
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure 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, wanna 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 sick now ]I know they hate this pimp [Throw up nigga]AY, Iknow these ho niggas hate to see the real niggaz on top ya 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 however you to
Fight or it out, look the choices is on you
Your could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont nigga (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
damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and your blessings
that smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause I come with too heavy to cock, clearing the block
Niggas beg me to and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this what you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP
Get hit up in your stomach then get hit for 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)
time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga runnin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead it's bed time, the head lyin'
The in the morning saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't ball dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just call me broke (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and one'll stretch, direct your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in (No, no, no...)
Picture me 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 your team
So don't even 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 walkin' icey in the terrordome
back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick
So keep going, keep flowin'
backin' up so I'ma keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm 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, me whatever, just don't call me broke
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