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 bitch to stop complainin' her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad I taped the shit
And sent the to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, bitch basher, black and white bitch
Mixed she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on drive without a license shit
On that take and Meka necks and fuckin' 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 show you a 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, 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 like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, get to tattlin'
swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers 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 intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us