Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

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

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

I blow em, kaboom, but sound effects
Niggas was like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, all my checks
He claim he getting money but L the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block,
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, looking
I'm on a journey through the land of niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with the hands on dirty
I lay back, beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, insert it until ya guts
Execution, the destroyer of ya bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya dick

You falling backwards, leaning a dope addict
niggas claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' Earth's underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just like a
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's
And dick ya in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up out'cha
Black and blue, trying ta hide up in the
I got ya raw ass straight flat
Head up on the place mat, to waste that
Operating stimulating designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga
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 believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas to hold they dicks
I'm shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all them singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my ring you swing and
With the light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake how it be
My technique's superb I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can 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 make it hot for my

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