Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now you got at my team
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 of top soon as you came through
through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas to rock the shit
Clocks tick, days are numbered in low digits

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

My like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
Wit bangers the size of African
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 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 York gotcha, now you use my mob as a crutch
makes you think you can't get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once

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