Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the infamous in the house once again
Livin' the that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls
Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the
Run out and a friend drop a gem on 'em

Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to
They gotcha gassed, back and snatch fire outcha maggot ass
represent for the Q B C
Smoke that ass a lucie, though I need to quit

it, I love it like a cloud
Over the projects your I'm above it
Its combat, gats and all that
a small cat, whatever you on get off that

I mention, nuthin' but the shit presentin'
The tip crew 41st side convention try for?
You half-steppin like a tec out of the box
Yo niggas I'm
(There's no question)

Bitch ass you confessin'
Like a D T left in of depression
You under pressure, intact no doubt
The tookin' wit asthma
You Casper, you yell my

That's givin' me props
Plus the fans that you got, wonderin' got you hot
It's too not, knocked out the box and got
Got raped on the island, you got kick that thug shit
Vibe magazine on love shit
(Keep it kid, you don't know who you fuckin' wit)

the infamous back in the house once again
Livin' the that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls
Gats like a base head, on stems the Mobb got the bomb
Run out and tell a friend a gem on 'em

It's the infamous back in the house again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and and now gems pulls
Gats like a base head, on stems the Mobb got the bomb
Run out and a friend drop a gem on 'em

Yeah likewise, I'm tired of rap guys faggots
Pure and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your
You're claptized and set straight, put on head straight

out for, these upstate cats be leary of you
Yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on backs
Rikers island flashback of the you got scuffed it in
You would you gettin' your head shot was enough but then

Now you wanna got at my
You must of been drunk when you wrote that
Too bad you had to did it to own self
My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New state

Aimin at your at the gate
Bottom line of top soon as you came
Shot through, don't even know the half of my
I got a hundred strong arm niggas to rock the shit
Clocks tick, your days are numbered in low

You look suspicious, suspect is bitches
Get up, grade A meat, somethin' delicious
And back up, 2 G's, one for stitches
Then reconstruct your and learn how to speak again

My like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
Wit bangers the of African spears
It's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of
It's terrodome, when you see my click you to run behind shit
You gotta gat you find it

And use shit think fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan you what happened
60 g's and one for gun
Who Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera

New gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
makes you think you can't get bucked again
Once again, back in the house again

Live the life of diamonds and guns
And now gems pull gats a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and a friend
the Infamous