Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's rooted
I make ya ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm creating the
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole plus I make a profit
Wicked this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones real
Then I crack up the in ya Ac all night
messages, the prophecy's 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 make it hot for my

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

You backwards, leaning like a dope addict
niggas claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's
And dick ya in front of everyone
Bitch ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit in LL season
I'm freezing, ya heavily up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, trying ta hide up in the
I got ya raw ass busting flat
up on the place mat, ready to waste that
Operating incorporates designs
Lay motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign
Don't ya mind, concentrating on how I shine
You never a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, cliques when I flip
I can't believe you forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold dicks
I'm shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

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

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