Luyện nghe bài hát Get Da Drop On Em

it out
I break a nigga down like Coke, up on the scale
Next step a stack up on the third rail
The undisputed, I'm never diluted or polluted
You could it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out the
For as I'm creating the butter
Cliques get clipped heavy bricks when I'm dropping
I'm wrecking nigga whole shit plus I make a
Wicked with this shout, bodies are out
I'm wrecking niggas one-by-one but I miscount
Mispronounced, how do LL
And get ya shit bust? I turn ya into mush
Ya slipping, I'm gripping real tight
Then I up the speakers 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 sound
Niggas was sleeping I was off on a Star Trek
Select my dialect, all my checks
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, insert it until ya guts
Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect
What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb
Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little

You falling backwards, leaning a dope addict
Rope niggas claim me, automatics
Found his ol' Earth's burner 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 in front of everyone
Bitch niggas got no type of reason
To say a bullshit in LL season
I'm freezing, ya bleeding heavily up out'cha
Black and blue, ta hide up in the spectrum
I got ya raw ass busting flat
Head up on the place mat, to waste that
Operating incorporates designs
Lay that shit down, nigga resign
Don't lose ya mind, concentrating on how I
You hear a nigga like me, never in time
I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I
I believe you niggas forgot who rip shit
It's '96 and niggas like to hold dicks
I'm shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

Fuck the tricks and all smooth singing grooves
I'm bringing crews, in my you swing and lose
With the light my fuse, allow me
To ya crab ass fake niggas how it be
My technique's superb I'm pissing on these herbs
Crystal clear so you can hear every
Fuck the goodie-goodie or your might hear it
I gotta keep my title locked 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 drop on you
I blow it, I it hot!