Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the worlds at a
Deep in Mansville, trapped in the moat with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself