Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell your bitch to stop complainin' her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm
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 or some 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 slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you 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 he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and swervin' in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
And I'm magic with the words, murder 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 get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I in
The battle ram, 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, your what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage
Fuckin' the game and daggers through the ass of it
on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my is erect next to ya
We the shit, like you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us