Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

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I break a nigga down like Coke, up on the scale
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 make ya maggot ass out the gutter
For as I'm creating the butter
get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit I make a profit
Wicked this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit I turn ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm microphones 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 blow it, I make it hot for my

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

You backwards, leaning like a dope addict
niggas claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' Earth's underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up like a actress
I take ya one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in of everyone
Bitch niggas got no type of reason
To say a rhyme in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up 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 stimulating designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentrating on how I
You hear a nigga like me, never in time
I it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip
It's '96 and niggas like to they dicks
I'm breaking shit aside ya can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all smooth singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my you swing and lose
the blues light my fuse, allow me
To ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb when I'm pissing on herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might it
I keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da on you niggas
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!