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 i would stop it
but i got shits in my pocket

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

is how we kick it
and is how we do it
this styles mine
so why would you it
so you thought that G was all up
but the ring the collar is so damn tough
you know i'm not the type of brutha enoughs enough
and what you to start something
you start it all
see i like the breeze
right the road
my own biz you I find my mother load
im getting paid in the
for the that i say
with the rules i play
for the moves that i
its just like the boy
peter paker sink white as a cloud my souls
and deep gets my
the that you did
the best water in the bottom of the well
raining a thunderstorm
and you about to get wet cause the is on
up
on
on (x3)
im up
im on
im

i got the brother

i smoke a weed
but it dont get
freak
i got the flavors like
my is steady rising like i'm on etrade
i dont date a with the thunder thighs
i got the mai tai special with the brown eyes
to make the bread you must the rise
it it pays to adverstise
but i wont shove my shit right your throat
and if you like my freestyle then out what i wrote

my styles on
so please dont my brain
tongue twister try to me
so i the chain
breaka breaka
you my cover is blown
so lets up this joint on the microphone
see i the party hard but the party wont break
said the neighbors were cool but you made a
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