Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

Let me the funk
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 a clipper blade
10 years in the 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 Brown and I'm proceeding, leading
They try to follow but they're and hollow
I can see right through them 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, that they to get
Now they walking around talking about
And keep it real, but I got to
'Cause they existing in a fantasy holding the steel

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

'Cause I'm for a new sector 365 days from now
I'll wipe the from 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 mind
You hold it in your hands and watch a man crying
Tear after tear in the man's hands
Every time you take a stance you do the man's dance

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