Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the
Next throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm ever diluted or polluted
You could it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm the butter
Cliques get like heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole plus I make a profit
Wicked this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm niggas one-by-one but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones tight
Then I up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the in me
His Highness, you minus what 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 fuck effects
was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, all my checks
He claim he getting money but L the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block,
Niggas in the projects find ya
You clowns know when I bring the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, looking
I'm on a through the land of fronting niggas
Nervous with the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect
What? Drama! You can't believe how I bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya dick

You falling backwards, like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, packing
his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up like a actress
I ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of
niggas ain't got no type of reason
To say a rhyme in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, trying ta hide up in the
I got ya raw ass busting flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to that
Operating incorporates stimulating
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga
Don't lose ya mind, concentrating on how I
You never hear a like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques I flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip
It's '96 and niggas like to hold they
I'm breaking shit aside ya can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all them singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my you swing and lose
With the blues my fuse, allow me
To show ya ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's when I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear word
the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da on you niggas
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!