Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a down ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next step throw a stack up on the rail
The undisputed, I'm ever diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause deep rooted
I ya maggot ass crawl out the gutter
For as I'm creating the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit I make 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 bust? I turn ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones real
Then I crack up the in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the in me
His Highness, you minus what you claim to be
(Say what?)

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

I blow em, kaboom, but fuck effects
was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my
He claim he money but L cast the cheque
You blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring the heat
Hardcore niggas be panties, looking sweet
I'm on a journey through the land of fronting
Nervous motherfuckers with the on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas 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 believe how I bomb shit
Ya split, the pain hits ya little dick

You backwards, leaning like a dope addict
Rope niggas me, packing automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the
Go outside, the bitch up just like a
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's
And ya down in front of everyone
Bitch niggas got no type of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL
I'm freezing, ya heavily up out'cha rectum
Black and blue, trying ta hide up in the
I got ya raw ass busting flat
Head up on the place mat, to waste that
Operating incorporates designs
Lay motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, on how I shine
You never hear a nigga me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques I flip
I can't believe you niggas who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold they
I'm breaking shit ya doctor's can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singing
I'm crews, in my ring you swing and lose
With the light my fuse, allow me
To show ya crab ass fake how it be
My technique's when I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal so you can hear every word
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might it
I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas it
Uh, I get da on you niggas
I blow it, I it hot for my niggas

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