Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell your bitch to complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I give 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 fuckin' to it
Master, master, bitch basher, black and white bitch
like she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my
If she a dyke motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
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
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 Berman in the jeep
I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and 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 the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome arsenal of wolves in the I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's what my is
Fuck that shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, to make a mess of her
a couple 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 niggas ain't fresh as us