Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

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

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

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

It was the fame, that tried to get
Now they around talking 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 things a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are

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

Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud
You hold it in hands and watch a man start crying
Tear after in the puppet man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's

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