Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the back in the house once again
Livin' the life of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls
like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb
Run out and a friend drop 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 ass like a lucie, though I need to quit

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

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

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

That's only givin' me
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 officially got kick that shit
Vibe magazine on love shit
(Keep it real kid, you don't know who you wit)

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

It's the infamous in the house once again
Livin' the life 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 friend a gem on 'em

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

Watch out for, upstate cats be leary of you
niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers island of the house you got scuffed it in
You think you gettin' 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 your own
My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New state

at your face at the gate
Bottom line of top as you came through
Shot through, don't even know the half of my
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, somethin'
And laced back up, 2 G's, one for
Then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak

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

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

New York gotcha, now you 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