Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

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

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

I blow em, kaboom, but sound effects
Niggas was sleeping I was off on a Star Trek
my dialect, inspect all my checks
He claim he getting money but L cast the
You blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
Niggas in the projects ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring forth the
Hardcore niggas be panties, looking 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 my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya bunch
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb
Ya brains split, the pain ya little dick

You falling backwards, leaning a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, automatics
Found his ol' Earth's underneath the mattress
Go outside, the up just like a actress
I ya motherfuckers 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 bullshit rhyme in LL
I'm freezing, ya bleeding up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, trying ta up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass straight flat
Head up on the place mat, ready to that
Operating incorporates designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentrating on how I
You never hear a nigga me, never in time
I it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can't you niggas forgot who rip shit
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 singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my ring you and lose
With the blues my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake how it be
My technique's superb when I'm pissing on these
Crystal so you can hear every word
the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it
I gotta keep my 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!