Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

[Intro: Earl
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 complainin' her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm
me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em fuckin' 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 like my bitch
If she wasn't a motorcyclist with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that without a license shit
On that Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you the shit
Because you bruised up, your sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he as this
And I'll show you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand
Huh, me and Berman swervin' in the
But I'm a guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then weep

And then 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, get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you antonyms of
And prayin' that it damages, your hobby's my passion is
that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and daggers through the ass of it
I Said..
Fuck that faggot shit, my on that savage shit
the game and shovin' daggers through the ass of it
Movin' on to a Jessica, plannin' to a mess of her
After a couple drinks and a session of sex with her
Like hey there intestines, my cock is erect to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas still ain't as us

Eat a dick, bitch!