Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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 achey
Her body is a temple, I don't a fuck, I'm atheist
me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, and white bitch
Mixed she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
the shit, I guess I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Gang on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you the shit
Because you bruised up, neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age say he nice as this
And show you a faggot that says 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 magic with the words, murder Merlin beats
Make the competition kiss the curb and then they weep

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

2]
Yo, the get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that 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 drinks and a session of anal sex her
hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, what you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us