Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Drop It!

dont don don dont it

Won't you pass that mic here
you i will not fuckin drop it
so you thought that i would it
but i got more shits in my

i say (duh dont dont) drop it,
the beat (x3)

this is how we it
and is how we do it
original styles mine
so why would you it
so you thought that G was all up
but the ring around the collar is so damn
you know i'm not the of brutha like enoughs enough
and you want to start something
you start it all
see i flow like the
right the road
mind my own biz you I my mother load
im getting in the shade
for the words i say
the rules that i play
for the moves i make
its just like the boy
peter paker white as a cloud my souls deep
and deep gets my
the deep you did
the best tasting in the bottom of the well
raining like a
and you about to get wet the heat is on
up
on
on (x3)
im up
im on
im

i got the blues

i smoke a lotta
but it dont get
dont
i got the flavors like
my stock is steady rising i'm on etrade
i dont date a girl with the thunder
i got the mai tai special the light brown eyes
to make the bread you have the rise
it it pays to adverstise
but i shove my shit right down your throat
and if you like my freestyle check out what i wrote

my styles on
so dont pick my brain
tongue twister try to me
so i the chain
breaka one-nine
you my cover is blown
so fire up this joint on the microphone
see i rock the party hard but the party wont
said the neighbors cool but you made a mistake
the cops are coming im running out the back door
jump over the you never see me no more
im on coming on coming
im up
im on
im