Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the infamous back in the house again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now pulls
Gats like a head, pulls on stems 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' back and snatch outcha maggot ass
Havoc for the Q B C
Smoke that ass like a lucie, though I need to

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

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

Bitch ass have you
a D T left in state of depression
You under pressure, intact no catcher
The snitch-snatcher tookin' wit
You Casper, you yell my

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

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

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

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

Now you got at my team
You must of been 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 your at the gate
line of top soon as you came through
Shot through, don't even know the half of my
I got a hundred strong arm ready 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 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 size of spears
It's in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrors
terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shit
You gotta gat you find it

And use that shit fast 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 than an

New York gotcha, now you use my mob as a crutch
What makes you you can't get bucked again
Once again, back in the house again

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