Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Drop It!

dont don don drop it

you pass that mic right here
you i will not fuckin drop it
so you thought i would stop it
but i got shits in my pocket

i say don't (duh dont dont) it,
the funky (x3)

is how we kick it
and is how we do it
original styles mine
so why would you it
so you that G was all washed up
but the ring around the collar is so tough
you know i'm not the of brutha like enoughs enough
and what you want to something
when you 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 that i say
with the rules that i
for the moves that i
its amazing just the boy
peter paker sink as a cloud my souls deep
and deep my stuff
the deep you did
the tasting water in the bottom of the well
like a thunderstorm
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 get paranoid
freak
i got the like lemonade
my stock is steady rising i'm on etrade
i dont a girl with the thunder thighs
i got the mai tai special with the brown eyes
to the bread you must have the rise
it pays it to adverstise
but i wont shove my shit down your throat
and if you my freestyle then check out what i wrote

my styles on
so please pick my brain
twister try to stump 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 but the party wont break
said the were cool but you made a mistake
damn the cops are coming im running out the back
jump over the fence you see me no more
im on coming on coming
im up
im on
im