Luyện nghe bài hát Droppin Em

Just Pauline, you all in

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

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

Whipper snapper back up for crap up
I plan to trap a MC and 'em
Phony, so the baloney
You and your need to jump on a pony

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

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

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

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

I'm the of the rhymes
And I be writin' at a rate that way past my bedtime
I rock the mic some brothers I know
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 like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few

But so I just max like I'm playin' the sax
And the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J, I'll go astray
I'm funky you can hear me at the Way

You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as
Got ask my man, Shabazz
I know afraid because I'm self-made
I invade and blow up a hand grenade

MC's are struck, I'ma run amuck
'Cause rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toy boy, can't stop my
I said last year were just decoys

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

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

I'm 'em
Yo E, 'em

Don't sleep, I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm The Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angle's gettin'
I hated Mussolini Martini so I'ma a

Emcee, like one of the two
Break him into fragments in front of you
Mic check one, two, is too
My rhymes are monumental over an

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

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

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

I'm 'em

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