Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down ugly Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the third
The undisputed, I'm never ever or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out the
For as I'm creating the butter
get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I a profit
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 bust? I turn ya into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones real
Then I up the speakers in ya Ac all night
messages, the prophecy's in me
His Highness, you minus what you claim 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 blow em, kaboom, but fuck sound
Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Trek
my dialect, inspect all my checks
He claim he money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, Glock block,
Niggas in the projects ya hypnotizing
You know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, sweet
I'm on a journey through the of fronting niggas
motherfuckers with the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, beef 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 how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya dick

You falling backwards, leaning like a addict
Rope niggas claim me, packing
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the
Go outside, the bitch up just a actress
I take ya motherfuckers and show ya how it's done
And ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas got no type of reason
To say a bullshit in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding up out'cha rectum
and blue, trying ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass straight flat
Head up on the place mat, to waste that
incorporates stimulating designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga
Don't lose ya mind, on how I shine
You never hear a like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, cliques when I flip
I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip
It's '96 and niggas like to hold dicks
I'm breaking shit ya doctor's can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth grooves
I'm crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the blues light my fuse, me
To show ya crab ass fake how it be
My superb when I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might it
I gotta keep my title locked 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 blow it, I it hot!