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 got the bomb
Run out and a friend drop a gem on 'em

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

Fuck it, I love it like a
Over the your game I'm above it
Its combat, bangers and all that
You'se a cat, whatever you on get off that

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

ass have you confessin'
Like a D T left in state of
You pressure, intact no doubt catcher
The snitch-snatcher wit asthma
You Casper, you yell my

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

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

Yeah likewise, I'm tired of rap whose faggots
Pure shuteye and swole up your whole
I baptize, get wet, put up your backside
claptized and set straight, put on your head straight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live the life that of and guns
And now gems gats like a basehead pull on stems
The got the bomb run out and tell a friend
It's the