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 bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the
And the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white
like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke with Tyson lisp
Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you the shit
you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the
But I'm a guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and they weep

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

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

Eat a dick, bitch!