Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never diluted or polluted
You fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass out the gutter
For as I'm creating the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm
I'm wrecking whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones real
Then I up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the in me
His Royal Highness, you what you claim to be
(Say what?)

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

I em, kaboom, but fuck sound effects
was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my
He claim he getting money but L cast the
You blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
Niggas in the projects find ya
You clowns know when I forth the heat
niggas be wearing panties, looking sweet
I'm on a through the land of fronting niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with the hands on triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts
I take my blade, insert it until ya give
Execution, the destroyer of ya bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little

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

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

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