Luyện nghe bài hát Lean Back (Remix)

Oh yeah, my niggaz, uh, huh
Throw your in the air right now man
Feel this shit here, Scott Storch nigga
Yeah, Khalid I see you
Big Pun love, uh, yeah, uh, yo
I don't give a fuck about faults or mis happens, nigga
We from the Bronx, New York happens
Kids clappin', to spark the place
Half the niggaz in the got a scar on their face
It's a cold world and is ice
Half a mill for the charm, nigga is life
Got the Phantom in of the buildin', Trinity Ave
Ten been legit, they still figure me bad
As a young n' was too much to cope
Why you think mu'fuckers me Cook Coke shit?
Shoulda called Armed Robbery
Extortion, or maybe Larceny
I did it all, I put the to the puzzle
Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was bubble
out the gate on some Flow Joe shit
Fat nigga with the shotty was the kid
Said, my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, back, lean back
I said, my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our
And do the Rockaway, now back, lean back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
R to the Ezzy, M to the
My arms breezy, the Don stay flizzy
Got a date at 8, I'm in the
And I just a bike so I can ride till I die
With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a
My niggaz in the club but you know they not
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance with
So never mind how we got in with burners and hoodies
we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us
And we walk around the metal
And there ain't a need for a VIP section
In the of the dance floor reckless, check it
Said, he liked my necklace, started
Now what the fuck I call a chain reaction
See 'Money Ain't A Thing' nigga, we still the niggaz
Flows just changed now we 'bout to the game nigga
Said, my niggaz don't dance we pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean
I said, my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, back, lean back, lean back
(Come on)
Now we better now, Coogi sweater now
And that G4 can fly through any now
See, niggaz get tight when you some millions
This is why I sport the chinchilla to hurt feelings
You can find Joe Crack at all type of
Out in front row to all the fights and shit
If 5-0 boy come, then they'd proudly
half these rappers they 'Blow' like Derek Foreal
If you cross the line, damn right I'm gonna ya
fagot niggaz even made gang signs commercial
Even Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like what's up
Kay keep tellin' me to about the Rucker
Matter of fact, I don't speak about the Rucker
Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could this
My niggaz have to play to win the championship, come on
Niggaz don't dance we just up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean
I said, my niggaz don't we just pull up our pants
And do the Rockaway, now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean
(Come on)
Ha, ha,
(Can you me?)
Bronx, BX borough, Squad, uh
(Ha)
Big Pun forever, Tone Montana
(Can you me?)
Uh, yeah, streets is ours, on
Nah man, it ain't never stop
Raul, JB, Fat Ant come on, uh