Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the back in the house once again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watch out for, these cats 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 your head shot was enough but then

Now you got at my team
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 New York state

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

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

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

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

New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a
What makes you think you get bucked again
Once again, back in the once again

Live the life that of diamonds and
And now gems pull like a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a
the Infamous