Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
step throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep
I make ya maggot ass out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm creating the
Cliques get clipped like heavy when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones tight
Then I crack up the in ya Ac all night
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 on you niggas
I blow it, I it hot for my niggas

I blow em, kaboom, but fuck effects
was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, all my checks
He claim he getting but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, block, horizons
Niggas in the projects ya hypnotizing
You know when I bring forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, looking
I'm on a journey through the land of niggas
motherfuckers with the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts
I take my blade, insert it ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little

You falling backwards, leaning like a dope
niggas claim me, packing automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the
Go outside, the up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and ya how it's done
And ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas ain't got no type of
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up rectum
Black and blue, ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass busting straight
Head up on the place mat, ready to waste
Operating incorporates designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, resign
Don't lose ya mind, on how I shine
You never hear a nigga 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 they
I'm breaking shit aside ya doctor's 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 ya crab ass fake niggas 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 your moms might it
I keep my title locked down so niggas fear it
Uh, I get da on you niggas
I it, I make it hot for my niggas

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