Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Get Out (Jadakiss And Nas Diss)

Niggaz up (bitch ass niggaz)
Bitches up

Ya can't fuck wit us

Haterz up

Burn nigga free!!!

1]
Yo,
NASTY NAS ain't ridin' on the
no we bang out on the FREEWAY, crash on the FREEWAY
Haterz waitin' for Hova to die, he see JAY
On my way to platinum, hata who gonna me?
I got the locked, who gone lock me?!
I got the lock, eye on poppy
I got lock, V on manny
Manny is poppy a lock, NAS on his way
Pulled the out, he piss on his body
Be on my way, buckshots stuck in his
Piss up his lay, fuck park on the lobby, chill up his way
Ya niggaz ain't built for SOLDIERZ
Roc-A-Fella heat HOLDERS, put a shell up in SHOULDER
up my day
Nas is like, a bitch wit the to his BELLY
dissed like this since MAKAVELLI (2Pac)
Now in nigga,
Ya is way worse then ya actin' in BELLY
set!!!

WE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out
Wit ya thongs on, and ya clothes
It's a mans world, sing ho'z
WE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out
Wit ya on, and ya girl clothes

2]
By the way,
I came from the and I'm bringin' the block wit me
And I by myself, but I'm bringin' ya bitch wit me
Pop wit me, clip wit me, 50 shots wit me
Cause niggaz wanna get at me, hop wit me
it I'll treat ya like PAC and diss ya all
Still sell 7
Free Alswald drop you the buildin' and hit ya car
Or O.J. Free, you up then get OFF
You won't play me, ya truck top elvolve
When from the ROC rip off
Won't be like the movie, hit you then hit ya
Freeway play wit extra cartalege
all ya groupies,
I'm the talk around town in the hooptie, a astro martin
And where ever you stop, my glocks are New York lots
Muthafucka you pay for parkin'
Now I'm upset!!!

WE OUT, we move out there
GET OUT, get put out there
Wit ya on, and ya girl clothes
It's a mans world, sing ho'z
WE OUT, we move out there
YA'LL GET OUT, get put out
Wit ya thongs on, and ya clothes
I ain't you (Talkin' to Jadakiss)

3]
I'm on my way to YONKERS to see prick (Jadakiss)
He talkin' on his records like he got clips
I'ma see where he at he see this 5th
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE TOLD
But FREE gone kill any and everybody dissin'
And everybody I'm hittin' got ICE OR DOE
Nigga that's money in chains, change and foreign exchange
And that's JUST BECAUSE, my hands foreign ya leavin'
And don't give me a because IF YOU DO
Then you won't be
Toni Braxton style, be breathin'
(uhh) Niggaz wanna on the kid
So I S-K, half of face off fuck up they looks
Was pull tape off,
All them dayz you thought I was stuck in the grill
I had my nigga wit me, plan on my
JIGGA wit me on my nine, I take 'em wit me
Kris Kross ingo's wit me, wit me
Here the pain, go tell ya mom his nigga hit me
I kris kross ingo's wit him,
Unbless beef is a RHYME, so I dead that seekin' a
in the hood where the bread at (Coke)
Slicin' the loaf, slice into dimes knife to ya
it or not that's how we do in the county
I'll bring the gun to ya stremph if you wit MINES
cop a ?? in ya phone time stremph, cause I own my stremph
Nigga 19 just carryin' nines
and Jenny's,
I pack that shoot threw ya bricks and ya lightpole fixurin'
And hit you and give you liposuction, nigga the sickin'
Niggas rappin' and it no dumpin'
This nigga KISS got a missin'
Clap all brain or somethin' clap all night vision
YOU BETTER NOT (shout)
YOU NOT POUT (pout)
You better not cry when the riffle
Free come into town to light that bitch up