Luyện nghe bài hát Droppin Em

Just Pauline, you all in

Brace yourself, I'm the ace with
I'ma win the race and make you disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm movin' like a
MC about face

Now off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are
I you better tape this, yo, you can't escape this
Yo, I planned it out like a landscapist

snapper back up for comin' crap up
I plan to trap a MC and 'em
Phony, so the baloney
You and your cronies to jump on a pony

And roll, you're just a rookie
When it was for rap school, you musta played hooky
I'm the show-stopper, rhymes are improper
I'ma teach you like the master the grasshopper

gettin' warmer, I'ma transform a
Regular rhyme into a
Try to jump, I'll you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state city or borough'll get

I drop a sandbag
Serious as the mob, I play tag
Best of the batch, no man can up
can't be passed, a battle's a mismatch

I flip lyrics, like a
And combat like a diplomat
But when time for battles, [Incomprehensible] jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the Bill with my skill

I'm the Lord of the
And I be writin' at a rate that pace way my bedtime
I rock the mic some brothers I know
I they flow, psych

I'm 'em
'em

Yo, you're all in, as a mannequin
I'm sharp as a pen and I'ma teach
I get like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few

But so what? I max like I'm playin' the sax
And take the to the climax
Yo, Cool J, I'll never go
I'm funky you can me at the Milky Way

You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as
Got razzmatazz ask my man,
I know you're afraid I'm self-made
I invade and blow up like a hand

MC's are terror struck, run amuck
'Cause rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toy boy, can't stop my
Rhymes I last year were just decoys

I'm like a fox, you annoy me chicken pox
I'm back with a that's unorthodox
You musta had a teaspoon full of
I'm like The Hulk, with more bulk, I'm

They try to get this, to me that's an insult
shouldn't mess with an adult, that's too difficult
I enter like a sayin' fee fi foe fum
Then rock the auditorium it's pandemonium

I'm 'em
Yo E, 'em

Don't sleep, 'cause I'ma go
All you sleepers, I'm The Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angle's steeper
I hated Martini so I'ma sweep a

Emcee, he's one of the two
Break him fragments right in front of you
Mic one, two, is too fundamental
My are monumental over an instrumental

In the center I had to
Tormentor, mentor, and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you
It'll echo in dreams at night when you receive a

Rude awakening, you can't do
You enter my and you cry as men bring
Gifts to the prince of and magnificence
Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and you're

That the invader, soloist exterminator
Greater of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, by acre

I'm 'em

Word to mother, 'em
Know I'm sayin'? Straight 'til 1999, droppin' 'em
Yo, year 2000, ya what I'm sayin'?
man, yo, I'm droppin' 'em