Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the
Next step throw a stack up on the third
The undisputed, I'm never diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it it's deep rooted
I ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm creating the
get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I make a
Wicked with this shout, are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit I turn ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm microphones real tight
I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the in me
His Royal Highness, you minus what you to be
(Say what?)

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Uh, I get da drop on you
I blow it, I it hot for my niggas

I em, kaboom, but fuck sound effects
Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my
He claim he getting money but L cast the
You sell weed, Glock block, horizons
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring forth the
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, sweet
I'm on a journey through the land of fronting
Nervous with the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little

You falling backwards, like a dope addict
Rope claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' Earth's underneath the mattress
Go outside, the up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how done
And dick ya in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of
To say a rhyme in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up out'cha
Black and blue, ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste
incorporates stimulating designs
Lay that shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentrating on how I
You hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I
I can't believe you forgot who rip shit
'96 and niggas like to hold they dicks
I'm breaking aside ya doctor's can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singing
I'm bringing crews, in my ring you and lose
With the blues light my fuse, me
To ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might it
I gotta keep my locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da drop on you
I blow it, I make it hot for my

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Uh, I get da drop on you
I it, I make it hot!