Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell your to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
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 sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty basher, black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist Tyson lisp
Wolf on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the
you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as
And I'll show you a that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the
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 fuckin' curb and then they

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

2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the get violent
live grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of in the pack 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 niggas on savage shit
the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a of her
After a couple drinks and a session of anal sex her
Like hey intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us