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 'bout 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 to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' '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 Tyson
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license
On that take and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't shit
me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
And I'm with the words, murder Merlin over beats
the competition kiss the fuckin' 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' live grimey like the of Odd Toddlers
Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' 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 cock is next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas ain't fresh as us