Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her tits
Her body is a temple, I give a fuck, I'm atheist
me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, and white bitch
Mixed she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I I kinda like my bitch
If she a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice 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 that say he as this
And I'll you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and swervin' in the jeep
But I'm a guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin beats
Make the kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep

And then they drop,
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, (Drop, bitch)

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

Eat a dick, bitch!