Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the infamous back in the house once
Livin' the life that of 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

a tire, all these 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, though I need to

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

I mention, nuthin' but the real shit
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)

Bitch ass have you
Like a D T left in state of
You pressure, intact no doubt catcher
The tookin' wit asthma
You Casper, you my name

That's givin' me props
the fans 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 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 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 drop a gem on 'em

It's the back in the house once again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now pulls
Gats a base 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 swole up your outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your
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 on they backs
Rikers island flashback of the house you got it in
You think you gettin' your head shot was enough but then

Now you got at my team
You must of been drunk 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
line of top soon as you came through
Shot through, don't even know the of my crew
I got a strong arm niggas ready to rock the shit
Clocks tick, your days are in low digits

You look suspicious, suspect is bitches
Get chopped up, grade A meat, delicious
And laced back up, 2 G's, one for
reconstruct your face 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 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 what happened
60 g's and one for gun
Who Shot Ya? 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 that of and guns
And now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on
The Mobb got the bomb run out and a friend
the Infamous