Luyện nghe bài hát Droppin Em

Just Pauline, you all in

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

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

snapper back up for comin' crap up
I plan to a MC and kidnap 'em
Phony, so skip the
You and cronies need to jump on a pony

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

Just warmer, I'ma transform a
rhyme into a barnstormer
Try to jump, bump you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state or borough'll get ragged

I drop like a
Serious as the mob, I play tag
of the batch, no man can catch up
Hoes be passed, a battle's a mismatch

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

I'm the of the rhymes
And I be writin' at a rate that pace way past my
I the mic unlike some brothers I know
I guess they flow,

I'm 'em
'em

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

But so I just max like I'm playin' the sax
And the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J, never go astray
I'm funky you can hear me at the Way

You're weak, raps, I'm cool as jazz
Got ask my man, Shabazz
I know you're because I'm self-made
I invade and up like a hand grenade

MC's are struck, I'ma run amuck
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made a on potluck
Just a toy boy, can't my convoy
I said last year were just decoys

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

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

I'm 'em
Yo E, 'em

sleep, 'cause I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm The Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the gettin' steeper
I Mussolini Martini so I'ma sweep a

Emcee, like one of the two
him into fragments right in front of you
Mic one, two, is too fundamental
My rhymes are monumental an instrumental

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

Rude awakening, you do anything
You my kingdom and you cry as men bring
to the prince of excellence and magnificence
Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and convinced

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

I'm 'em

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