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)
Doggy I seldom stunt, but got some 'em stunts
Call 'em dunts, tell them hoes go sell cunts
hella blunts, and I'm only gonna 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 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 chop a glock, suede, beige, 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
Shot the nine, shot the rock, sure shot, for sure
But I'm secure, no security, killa keep and fours
Plus 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 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 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 as you wanted 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 decision, we can do it however you want to
or shoot it out, look the choices is on you
Your crew could swindle a lame, but the gangstas ya don't
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
Keep your on the beats . . . and talkin in da interview
damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in and count your blessings
Keep that smith and wessun, 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 what you niggaz to get, you wanted what TIP get?
Get hit up in stomach then get hit for runnin' ya lips
Spit and everyone in the clip, and one in your whip
Ambulence can waste a (Ay, you can come if you want to man)
Combat time, was flat lined, to grime
Nigga runnin' actin' like a Nissan and (Sfffmmmm)
When the flyin' it's bed time, the head lyin'
The paper in the saying (No, no, no...)

(Jae Millz)
Yo I been spittin, been gifted, crazy flow
Wize, attent, shit you can call me Benjamin
Brethren, I don't ball with
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 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 sound right, I get your team devoured
So even TINK about it (No, no, no...)
you just a server shorty, I'll leave ya king
I'm a son, in Kingston, I bling dumb
rapper you seen walkin' icey in the terrordome
Holla back, how is that (No, no, no...)
No I don't wanna stop, I 'em sick
So I'mma keep going, flowin'
Benz 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. hustle
up
They who I am
Jae Millz, me whatever, just don't call me broke
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