Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Gem On Em

It's the back in the house once again
Livin' the that of diamonds and guns and now gems pulls
like a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb
Run out and tell a drop a gem on 'em

Take a tire, all these fake need to retire
They gotcha gassed, takin' back and snatch fire outcha ass
Havoc for the Q B C
Smoke that ass a lucie, though I need to quit

Fuck it, I love it like a
the projects your game I'm above it
Its combat, gats and all that
You'se a small cat, you on get off that

I mention, nuthin' but the real shit
The hollow tip 41st side convention try for?
You like a fresh tec out of the box
Yo niggas I'm
(There's no question)

ass have you confessin'
Like a D T in state of depression
You under pressure, intact no doubt
The tookin' wit asthma
You Casper, you my name

only givin' me props
Plus the fans you got, wonderin' what's got you hot
It's too not, knocked out the box and got
Got raped on the island, you officially got kick that thug
magazine on some love shit
(Keep it real kid, you don't who you fuckin' wit)

the infamous back in the house once again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Gats a base head, pulls on stems the Mobb got the bomb
Run out and a friend drop a gem on 'em

It's the infamous in the house once again
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns and now pulls
Gats like a base head, pulls on stems the got the bomb
Run out and tell a drop a gem on 'em

Yeah likewise, I'm of rap guys whose faggots
Pure shuteye and up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your
You're claptized and set straight, put on your straight

Watch out for, upstate cats be leary of you
Yeddy niggas wit gats plus the on they backs
Rikers flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
You would think you gettin' your head was enough but then

Now you wanna got at my
You must of been drunk you wrote that shit
Too bad you had to did it to your own
My rebellion, I retaliate, I had the New York state

at your face at the gate
Bottom line of top as you came through
Shot through, don't even know the of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to the shit
Clocks tick, your days are in low digits

You look suspicious, suspect is bitches
Get up, grade A meat, somethin' delicious
And laced back up, 2 G's, one for
Then reconstruct your face and how to speak again

My Mobb's like a bunch of wild Ricans
Wit the size of African spears
It's warfare in the arena, you arenas into house of horrors
It's terrodome, when you see my click you to run behind shit
You gotta gat you betta it

And use that shit fast and get reminded
Of robberies in Manhattan you knew what
60 g's and one for gun
Who Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera

New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a
What makes you think you get bucked again
Once again, back in the house again

the life that of diamonds and guns
And now gems pull gats like a basehead on stems
The Mobb got the bomb run out and a friend
It's the