Luyện nghe bài hát Watch The Sound

Ninety-three it's man
(All out yo, youknowhatI'msayin')

A Grand Puba, D
Fat Joe, time to get the dough
Puba,Diamond D
Fat Joe, it's time to get the

bip, BAM, here I am
Even in Japan, be tellin' me I'm the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the woman
Beat you down to the ground, stomp face with my Chucker

So niggaz back up, yo, set it
Fuckin' with me, you won't live to it
I don't fake moves, I peeps
I'm takin' niggaz gold chains, they and the Jeeps

See, I don't give a about a niggaz rep
We can go glock for glock or tec for tec,
I heard a wants to turn snitch
I cut the head off and sent it to his fuckin' bitch

I ain't a nigga take the stand
Play Sammy the Bull, be one man
See suckers can't hang with the
And if they the whole gang
Well, then they'll all a bang-bang

I come the Bronx and not the Boogie down
don't ever come and front in my part of town
See everybody knows my
There ain't another motherfuckers that's than me

I make em pump, I could make 'em jump
But I'm mostly known for givin' niggaz lumps
So niggaz better chill and
I'm motherfuckers out the frame

And if a try to flex
around and catch a motherfuckin' suplex
I'm a motherfucker like a
Don't test the Rican power

Fat Joe in the of ninety-three
Peace to Pu' and my man Diamond D
So punks jump up to get down
Yeah, but for now the sound

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Check it, yo Fat Joe, it's to fuckin' flow
know the game
It's time to blow the niggaz out the frame
Guess who comes to

If you motherfuckers don't know, well, here's a
It's the God and I still bag
Make the girls feel hot, be like a faggot the bag of dicks
So on cause I'm comin' for the basket

Say goodbye to your friends and start for the casket
So Doogie make the and light the chocolate
That you got from Willy in the Chocolate Factory
squeeze a trigger for the nigga

See I flipped to the 'lo, cause I'm through the Hilfiger
I flips the flavor-loo
It's good for a or two, you couldn't see this
No what the fuck you do
I that ass like a block of hash
Then I rob you for cash, you bitch ass

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Niggaz know the flav, I don't have to a step
I earn my respect then as kept
Yeah, guard your grill if you try to wreck
the back of your neck,and take your Youth Core check

I make more than Gregory Peck
Never have to a fist, I keep my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, a Las Vegas dealer
Living in the light, just Karen Wheeler

So back up and take a good look because you should
At what a good cook, can do a fuckin' cookbook
I sniff coke and I don't smoke coolies
Even say I'm one cool moolie

But niggaz me JoJo
I'm quick to stick a chick, 'cause I kick the BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside, on the
You budge me nigga, even the best tried
To pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the one?

He got his motherfuckin' ass
So step up, front, I'm not a chump
by the clicks, 'cause my pockets got the mumps
See, I'm the nigga to fuck with
Don't try to play yourself, 'cause you'll be with

A ice pick right through the cheek
I'm leavin' niggaz, layin' in the street
I won't 'fess, around with a vest
Knockin' niggaz off, 'cause I could less

You want a fair one, it
And girlfriend, yo, I let my man hit it
So save the bluff, you know you tough
I pull your card you're soft like fluff kid
I never did a bid
I punch a down a Row named Skid

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