Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

I know everyone has own fucking version of this
But no one did it justice, so we go, uh

1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' 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 the shit
And the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or some
the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' 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 he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman in the jeep
I'm a guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they

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

2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the fans get
live 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 of savages
And prayin' that it damages, hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and daggers through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, to make a mess of her
a couple drinks and a session of anal sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my is erect next to ya
We the shit, what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us