Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

Let me freak the
Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice their state
As I invade masquerade

They couldn't fade a clipper blade
10 years in the is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you
For an easy out, I leave MC's doubt

Of exceeding, my name is Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow but shallow and hollow
I can see right through them an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
have no key, or no clue

To the at all, now they washed up
out to dry
Standing looking stupid, why
(Why man?)

It was the fame, that they to get
Now they walking around about represent
And it real, but I got to appeal
'Cause they in a fantasy when holding the steel

Rock a bye
Listen to my heart pumping to a ravine
Of all it's a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are

'Cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 from now
I'll wipe the sweat from my
And each and every true will stick, or fall the sky of my cloud nine
From homies all the way to chics, no matter how

Controlling is a swollen way to a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man crying
Tear after tear in the puppet hands
time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance

And the worlds at a
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the with an anvil
killing yourself, and dogging ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a of yourself