Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey 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 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white
like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson
Wolf Gang on that drive a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and 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 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
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 then they

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

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