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 stack up on the third
The undisputed, I'm ever diluted or polluted
You could it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For underestimating as I'm the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm
I'm wrecking nigga shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, bodies are out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but then I
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones real
Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all
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 it, I make it hot for my niggas

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

You falling backwards, like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, automatics
his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the bitch up just a actress
I take ya one-by-one and show ya how it's done
And dick ya down in front of
Bitch ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up out'cha
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
Operating incorporates stimulating
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga
Don't ya mind, concentrating on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, never in
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques I flip
I believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold dicks
I'm breaking shit aside ya doctor's fix

Fuck the tricks and all them singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my you swing and lose
With the blues my fuse, allow me
To ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's when I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every
Fuck the or your 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 it hot for my niggas

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