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)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got pell 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell hoes go sell them cunts
Roll hella blunts, and I'm gonna tell you once (No, No, No...)
So you should tell a friend, to a friend, to tell a bitch
Tele-a-thon, telescope, televise, can I'm rich
Cause I sell my bricks, call hoes that smell like fish, bitch
You rockin' 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 a glock, suede, beige, knock a knock
System in the drop of drops, get the mobstered
Get the poppas popped, top a top, the pawn
Dog, they'll be shotters shot, I done 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, wanna 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 wanted to be I'd 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
Fight or shoot it out, look the is on you
crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't fool
Young pimpin' wont lose (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 smith and wessun, heckler kotch, whatever you got
Cause what I come with too to cock, clearing the block
beg me to stop and i'm like (No, no, no...)
Ain't this you niggaz wanted to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in your stomach get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit each and everyone in the clip, and one in your
Ambulence can waste a trip (Ay, you can if you want to man)
time, was flat lined, to back grime
Nigga actin' 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, been gifted, been crazy
Wize, been attent, you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't with dopes
And you can call me anything you want, just don't me broke (No, no, no...)
Most hated, M to the izz H
Get up and one'll stretch, direct through abdominal
I'm warning you, stop your blood clot
Stop lyin' cause theres no in dyin' (No, no, no...)
Picture me passing my chain, or smacked by a lame
That's like up on Father Zeek, and Matches Lane
It just dont sound right, I get team devoured
So don't 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 walkin' icey in the terrordome
back, how real is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't stop, I gotta 'em sick
So I'mma going, keep flowin'
Benz backin' up so I'ma keep rollin'
And I'm stilla heavy spitter, plus I'm good with the
The tech and the heavy hitters

(Jae Millz)
my peoples, N Y C
Killa, Dip Set
They know, T.I. hustle
up
They who I am
Jae Millz, call me whatever, just call me broke
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