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 guns and now pulls
like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb
Run out and tell a friend a gem on 'em

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

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

I mention, but the real shit presentin'
The tip crew 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 state of
You under pressure, intact no doubt
The snitch-snatcher tookin' wit
You Casper, you yell my

That's only me props
Plus the fans you got, wonderin' what's got you hot
It's too not, out the box and got rocked
Got on the island, you officially got kick that thug shit
Vibe on some love shit
(Keep it real kid, you know who you fuckin' 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, pulls on stems the got the bomb
Run out and tell a drop a gem on 'em

It's the infamous in the house once again
the life 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

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

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

Now you wanna got at my
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 line of top as you came through
Shot through, don't know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the
Clocks tick, your are numbered 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
Then your face and learn how to speak again

My Mobb's a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
Wit the size of African spears
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 that think fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan you knew what
60 g's and one for gun
Who Shot Ya? You'd scream louder than an opera

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

Live the 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
the Infamous