Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

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 Mobb got the
Run out and tell a friend a gem on 'em

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

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

I mention, nuthin' but the real shit
The hollow tip crew 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 in state of depression
You under pressure, no doubt catcher
The snitch-snatcher wit asthma
You Casper, you my name

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

It's the back in the house once 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 friend a gem on 'em

It's the infamous back in the house again
Livin' the life of diamonds and guns 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 tired of rap whose faggots
shuteye and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up backside
claptized and set straight, put on your head straight

Watch out for, these upstate cats be of you
Yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they
island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
You would think you gettin' your head was enough 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 your own
My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the New York state

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

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

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

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

New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a
makes you think you can't get bucked again
Once again, back in the once again

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