Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

[Intro: Sweatshirt]
I know everyone has their own fucking of this
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 the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I like my bitch
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Gang on that drive without a license shit
On take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you say you like the shit
you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age say he nice as this
And I'll show you a that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman in the jeep
But I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin beats
Make the competition kiss the curb and then they weep

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

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

Eat a dick, bitch!