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, holla at me

(Verse)
I seldom stunt, but got some pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell them
hella blunts, and I'm only 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
I sell my bricks, call hoes pultry that smell like fish, bitch
You Dada 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 a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in the drop of drops, get the mopped
Get the poppas popped, top a top, shot the
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 keep and fours
blocks of raw, probably popped your whore
But I'm not for sure, bitch hop aboard
Hit up the and shores (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 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 long as you to be I'd hate me too nigga, you know,
King of da Muhfuckin' South Nigga, if ya don't it:
YA SELF!

(Verse)
It's your decision, we can do it you want to
Fight or shoot it out, the choices is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the ya don't fool
Young pimpin' lose nigga (No, no, no...)
We can if you choose, but if you comparing the crews
If we ever meet in public, we gotcha for keepin' ya
your raps on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come 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 your then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to grime
runnin' actin' like a Nissan and Pathfinder (Sfffmmmm)
When the lead it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, been crazy
Wize, attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, don't call me broke (No, no, no...)
hated, M to the izz H phenomenal
Get up and one'll stretch, direct your abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your clot cryin'
Stop lyin' cause theres no stop in (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or smacked by a lame
That's like up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It dont sound right, I get your team devoured
So don't even about it (No, no, no...)
you a server shorty, I'll leave ya king stun
I'm a king son, in Kingston, I bling
rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how real is (No, no, no...)
No I wanna stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma keep going, flowin'
Benz backin' up so keep rollin' bent
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, 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, just don't call me
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