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 fans in Japan, be me I'm the man
Fat Joe, a.k.a. the fucker
Beat you down to the ground, stomp face with my Chucker

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

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

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

I come from the and not the Boogie down
Niggaz don't ever come and front in my of town
See everybody my pedigree
There ain't motherfuckers that's better than me

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

And if a nigga try to
Fuck around and catch a suplex
I'm a motherfucker like a
Don't test the Puerto power

Fat Joe in the year of
to Grand Pu' and my man Diamond D
So punks jump up to get down
Yeah, but for now watch the

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Check it, yo Fat Joe, it's to fuckin' flow
Niggaz know the
time to blow the bitch-ass niggaz out the frame
Guess who comes to

If you motherfuckers don't know, well, a hint
It's the God and I bag chicks
the girls feel hot, be like a faggot with the bag of dicks
So come on I'm comin' for the basket

Say goodbye to friends and start headin' for the casket
So Doogie the daquiris and light the chocolate
That you got from Wonka in the Chocolate Factory
Let's a trigger for the nigga

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

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

I make more dough Gregory Peck
Never have to raise a fist, I my stunts in check
I play a nigga out, like a Las Vegas
Living in the light, just like Wheeler

So back up and take a good look because you should
At a good cook, can do without a fuckin' cookbook
I don't coke and I don't smoke coolies
Even Italians say I'm one moolie

But niggaz call me
I'm quick to stick a chick, I kick the Willie BoBo
On the Northside, on the Southside, on the
You can't budge me nigga, even the tried
To pull a fast one, but you know what happened to the one?

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

A motherfuckin' ice pick right through the
I'm leavin' crab niggaz, in the street
I 'fess, walk around with a vest
Knockin' niggaz off, 'cause I care less

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

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