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

Niggaz up (bitch ass niggaz)
listen up

Ya can't fuck wit us

Haterz up

Burn nigga free!!!

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

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

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

WE MOVE OUT, we move out
GET OUT, get put out there
Wit ya on, and ya girl clothes
It's a mans world, along ho'z
WE MOVE OUT, we move out
GET OUT, get put out there
Wit ya thongs on, and ya clothes
I forget you (Talkin' to Jadakiss)

3]
I'm on my way to to see this prick (Jadakiss)
He talkin' on his records like he got clips
I'ma see where he at when he see 5th
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE BEEN
But FREE kill any and everybody that's dissin'
And everybody I'm either got ICE OR DOE
Nigga that's money in chains, change and jewelry foreign
And that's JUST BECAUSE, my hands foreign ya leavin'
And don't give me a reason IF YOU DO
Then you won't be
Braxton style, won't be breathin'
(uhh) Niggaz wanna on the kid
So I S-K, half of face off fuck up they looks
Was pull brick off,
All them that you thought I was stuck in the grill
I had my wit me, plan on my mind
JIGGA wit me on my nine, I take 'em wit me
Kross ingo's wit me, trigga wit me
Here come the pain, go ya mom his nigga hit me
Because I kris ingo's wit him,
beef is a RHYME, so I dead that seekin' a FINE
Freeway in the where the bread at (Coke)
Slicin' the loaf, into dimes knife to ya throat
Like it or not how we do in the county
I'll the gun to ya stremph if you tangle wit MINES
Don't cop a ?? in ya phone stremph, cause I own my stremph
Nigga 19 start carryin' nines
and Jenny's,
I pack gats that shoot ya bricks and ya lightpole fixurin'
And hit you and you liposuction, nigga the rif-O sickin'
Niggas and it bout no dumpin'
This nigga got a lightbulb missin'
Clap all brain or clap all night glow vision
YOU NOT SHOUT (shout)
YOU NOT POUT (pout)
You not cry when the riffle dumpin'
come into town bout to light that bitch up