Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

Let me the funk
Obsolete is the that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complice mental state
As I invade masquerade

They couldn't fade with a blade
10 in the trade 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 Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding,
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 at all, now they washed up
out to dry
Standing looking stupid, why
(Why man?)

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

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

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

Controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud
You hold it in your hands and a man start crying
after tear 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 broken Mansville, in the moat with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself