Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Get Back Remix (featNoyd)

Sometimes you just show niggaz how you do things
That hurt
time'll tell like my nigga G always said
all my niggaz
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my hope to die, right

[Noyd] Queens Hot Boys

[Prodigy] Me Out
Yo... put a in ya mind

Yo dun, They caught me from the side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I shit on my peeps
I never left my dawgs out in the
I my hand wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this nigga
Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you for dead
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and just pop ya
now if it get night, and snakes gettin it
ill see you at the crossroad
and in the mean time, and in between
layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo more nines
More boxes of talons to put in spine
You cross me nigga, you lost your
that, you never knew me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, burning (fizzling)

(its to) Get Back
Uh, Its so
the taste of and blood on the streets

(its called) Pay
For that you'll pulled
I dont your gangsta, my guns expload

(its to) Get Back
Yea, Its so
the taste of and blood on the streets

(its called) Pay
For shit you did
Two wrongs dont make a right, that it even, bitch

Ayo the guns pop, the thugs pop em, everybody kno
Mo Thug been on henny rocks, slingin
catch a on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out that peice and aimin at ya
Them thugs, some blood, some crip, some
you see 'em crip-walkin but they ain't thuggin
they tough, ain't rough, ain't built for war
frontin they thuggin, and ain't that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and murder (Murder).
A, L... (ALL) yall
heard of, the Queens Bridge fucking Hot Boyz
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and that Noyd
and the Get and yes, revenge is so sweet
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when they
leave 'em dead in the bed and his in the streets
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done summed it up and ain't no reason to
but it, lemme have my lil 2 cent
the leave you so bent
have you huggin the like a toilet bowl ready to hurl
you'll be havin outta body
and if you to live, no doubt, you'll be find a religion
gittin shot up can do that, squeal
they so shook, the sound of fire crackers makin 'em
niggaz rhyme how kill (kill)
rhyme how feel (feel)
all that like they? for the deal
but me, if I ain't have to... prolly clap you
but they see you wit paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach about the shit, I just show 'em what do
you kno these slugs than any track you rap to
when cowards talk shit, it just make the finger
I got drama for that ass, wanna meet the

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