Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

They couldn't with a clipper 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 MC's doubt

Of exceeding, my is Bottie Brown 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.
have 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, they tried to get
Now they walking talking about represent
And it real, but I got to appeal
they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel

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

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

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

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