Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga ugly like Coke, up on the scale
Next throw a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out the
For as I'm creating the butter
Cliques get clipped like bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout, are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya fagots into
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones real
Then I crack up the in ya Ac all night
Deliver messages, the in me
His Royal Highness, you minus what you 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 em, kaboom, but fuck sound effects
was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, inspect all my
He he getting money but L cast the cheque
You blunt weed, Glock block, horizons
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I bring forth the
Hardcore niggas be wearing panties, looking
I'm on a journey the land of fronting niggas
Nervous with the hands on dirty triggers
I lay back, beef or let my nuts live
I take my blade, it until ya guts give
Execution, the of ya suspect bunch
Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya split, the pain hits ya little dick

You falling backwards, leaning like a addict
Rope claim 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 ya how it's done
And dick ya in front of everyone
Bitch ain't got no type of reason
To say a bullshit rhyme in LL
I'm freezing, ya heavily 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, ready to waste
Operating incorporates stimulating
Lay that motherfucker's down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentrating on how I
You never hear a nigga like me, in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques 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
the blues 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 clear so you can hear word
the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear 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 on you niggas
I blow it, I it hot!