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 complainin' 'bout her achey
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 tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin'
Show me a my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand
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 over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then weep

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

2]
Yo, the get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my on that savage shit
Fuckin' the and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
I Said..
Fuck that shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to a mess of her
a couple drinks and a session of anal 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!