Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the back 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 tell a drop a gem on 'em

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

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

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

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

It's the infamous back in the 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 tell a drop a gem on 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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