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 complainin' 'bout her achey
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm
Make me stop, me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and white
Mixed she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a license
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the
Because you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't shit
Show me a my age that say he nice as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he 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, Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they

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

2]
Yo, the get silenced and the fans get violent
Droppin' grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Awesome arsenal of wolves in the pack I travel in
The ram, rammin' 'em, rats get to tattlin'
swingin' axes at you antonyms of savages
And prayin' that it damages, hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage
Fuckin' the game and shovin' through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to a mess of her
a couple drinks 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, them niggas still fresh as us