Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down ugly Coke, up on the scale
Next throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya it 'cause it's deep rooted
I ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm creating the
Cliques get clipped like bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya into mush
Ya slipping, I'm microphones real tight
Then I up the speakers in ya Ac all night
messages, the prophecy's in me
His Royal Highness, you minus you claim to be
(Say what?)

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Uh, I get da on you niggas
I blow it, I it hot for my niggas

I blow em, kaboom, but sound effects
Niggas was like I was off on a Star Trek
my dialect, inspect all my checks
He claim he money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, block, horizons
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I forth the heat
Hardcore be wearing panties, looking sweet
I'm on a through the land of fronting niggas
motherfuckers with the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my live
I take my blade, insert it until ya give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect
What? Drama! You can't how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain ya little dick

You falling backwards, leaning like a dope
Rope claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how done
And ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up rectum
Black and blue, ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass busting flat
Head up on the place mat, to waste that
incorporates stimulating designs
Lay that shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, on how I shine
You never hear a like me, never in time
I it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to they dicks
I'm breaking shit aside ya can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all smooth singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my ring you swing and
With the blues my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might it
I gotta my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you
I it, I make it hot for my niggas

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Uh, I get da drop on you
I it, I make it hot!