Luyện nghe bài hát Droppin Em

Just Pauline, you all in

yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'ma win the race and make you disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm movin' a steeplechase
MC soldiers face

Now step off, I need room for my
My made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better tape this, yo, you can't this
Yo, I it out just like a landscapist

snapper back up for comin' crap up
I plan to trap a MC and 'em
Phony, so skip the
You and your cronies need to on a pony

And roll, 'cause just a rookie
When it was for rap school, you musta played hooky
I'm the show-stopper, rhymes are improper
I'ma teach you the master taught the grasshopper

gettin' warmer, I'ma transform a
Regular rhyme into a
Try to jump, I'll you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state city or borough'll get

I drop like a
Serious as the mob, I don't tag
Best of the batch, no man can up
can't be passed, a battle's a mismatch

I flip lyrics, a acrobat
And combat like a diplomat
But when it's for battles, [Incomprehensible] jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill my skill

I'm the of the rhymes
And I be writin' at a rate that way past my bedtime
I rock the mic unlike some brothers I
I they flow, psych

I'm 'em
'em

Yo, you're all in, as a mannequin
I'm sharp as a pen and I'ma teach
I get busy like two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few

But so what? I just max like I'm the sax
And the crowd to the climax
Yo, J, I'll never go astray
I'm funky you can me at the Milky Way

You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as
Got razzmatazz ask my man,
I know you're afraid because I'm
I and blow up like a hand grenade

MC's are terror struck, run amuck
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made a on potluck
Just a toy boy, stop my convoy
Rhymes I said last year were decoys

I'm like a fox, you annoy me like pox
I'm back a style that's unorthodox
You musta had a full of bull
I'm like The Hulk, with bulk, I'm powerful

They try to get with this, to me that's an
Boys shouldn't with an adult, that's too difficult
I enter a giant sayin' fee fi foe fum
Then rock the until it's pandemonium

I'm 'em
Yo E, 'em

Don't sleep, 'cause I'ma go
All you sleepers, I'm The Grim
My are rising, the angle's gettin' steeper
I hated Mussolini Martini so sweep a

Emcee, he's one of the two
Break him fragments right in front of you
Mic check one, two, is too
My rhymes are monumental an instrumental

In the center I had to
Tormentor, mentor, and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you
It'll echo in your dreams at when you receive a

Rude awakening, you can't do
You my kingdom and you cry as men bring
Gifts to the of excellence and magnificence
Alarm rings, you wake up, and you're convinced

That the crew invader, exterminator
Greater of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, by acre

I'm 'em

Word to mother, 'em
Know what I'm Straight 'til 1999, droppin' 'em
Yo, year 2000, ya know what I'm
man, yo, I'm droppin' 'em