Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

I know everyone has their own version 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 a fuck, I'm atheist
me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty basher, black and white bitch
Mixed she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf on that drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you the shit
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he as this
And show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' 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 grimey like the hands of Odd
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the I travel in
The ram, rammin' '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
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers the ass of it
on to a Jessica, plannin' to make a mess of her
After a drinks and a session of anal sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my cock is next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still fresh as us