Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

[Intro: Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking version of
But no one did it justice, so we go, uh

1]
Tell your bitch to stop 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad I taped the shit
And sent the to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white
Mixed like she moo and grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you say you like the shit
Because you up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Streisand flicks
Huh, me and swervin' in the jeep
But I'm a nice guy in person, but a in the sheets
And I'm magic the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' and then they weep

And they drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, (Drop, bitch)

2]
Yo, the lambs get and the fans get violent
Droppin' grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on savage shit
Fuckin' the game and daggers through the ass of it
I Said..
that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and daggers through the ass of it
on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a drinks and a session of anal sex with her
hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, niggas still ain't fresh as us

Eat a dick, bitch!