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
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' them shits
Oh how nice, now you say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin'
Show me a rapper my age that say he as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand
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 curb and then they weep

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

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