Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

They couldn't fade with a blade
10 in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you a swing, and you bunted
For an easy out, I leave with 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 like an 40 bottle, of O.E.
have no key, or no clue

To the game at all, now they 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 keep it real, but I got to
'Cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the

a bye baby
Listen to my heart pumping to a ravine
Of all things a vain of a shrine
All missions impossible are

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

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

And the at a stand-still
Deep in broken Mansville, trapped in the with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of