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 complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the
And the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty basher, black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you say you like the shit
Because you bruised up, your sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age say he nice 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 nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
And I'm with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the kiss the fuckin' curb and then they weep

And then drop, ha-ha
Drop, bitch, drop, drop, (Drop, bitch)

2]
Yo, the lambs get silenced and the get violent
Droppin' live grimey like the hands of Odd
Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, rammin' 'em, get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' at you antonyms of savages
And that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, to make a mess of her
After a couple and a session of anal sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, niggas still ain't fresh as us