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 rude

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

(Verse)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm 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 tell I'm
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that like fish, bitch
You rockin' Dada Dot, me I a Prada box
Ak', rock the rocks, now I got the rock of Roc's (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 poppas popped, top a top, 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, 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 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 you make it nigga
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 could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't
pimpin' wont lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can beef if you choose, but if you comparing the
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for ya jewels
your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do (No, no, no...)
Well I you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too 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 each and everyone in the clip, and one in your
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)
the lead flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the morning (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I spittin, been gifted, been crazy flow
Wize, been attent, shit you can call me
Brethren, I don't ball dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just call me broke (No, no, no...)
hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and stretch, direct through your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood 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 your 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 you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I gotta 'em
So I'mma keep going, flowin'
Benz up so I'ma keep rollin' 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 don't call me
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