Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a 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 fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out the
For underestimating as I'm creating the
Cliques get clipped heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I a profit
Wicked this shout, bodies are fished out
I'm wrecking niggas but then I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit I turn ya fagots into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping microphones tight
Then I crack up the in ya Ac all night
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 drop on you
I blow it, I make it hot for my

I blow em, kaboom, but fuck effects
Niggas was sleeping I was off on a Star Trek
my dialect, inspect all my checks
He he getting money but L cast the cheque
You sell blunt weed, block, horizons
in the projects find ya hypnotizing
You clowns know when I forth the heat
Hardcore niggas be panties, looking sweet
I'm on a journey through the land of niggas
Nervous motherfuckers with the on dirty triggers
I lay back, niggas beef or let my live
I my blade, insert it until ya guts give
Execution, the destroyer of ya bunch
Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little

You falling backwards, like a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, automatics
his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress
Go outside, the up just like a actress
I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how done
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 bleeding heavily up rectum
Black and blue, ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass busting straight
Head up on the mat, ready to waste that
incorporates stimulating designs
Lay that motherfucker's shit down, resign
Don't ya mind, concentrating on how I shine
You never hear a nigga like me, in time
I it quick, amaze cliques when I flip
I can't believe you 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 swing and
With the light my fuse, allow me
To show ya ass fake niggas how it be
My superb when I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your might hear it
I keep my title locked down so niggas fear 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 it, I make it hot!