Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell bitch to stop complainin' 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I give a fuck, I'm atheist
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 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
me a rapper my age that say he nice as this
And I'll you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman in the jeep
But I'm a guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm magic with the words, murder Merlin over
Make the competition kiss the fuckin' curb and then they

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

2]
Yo, the lambs get and the fans get violent
live grimey like 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 of savages
And prayin' it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck faggot shit, my niggas on that savage shit
Fuckin' the game and shovin' daggers the ass of it
I Said..
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on that savage
Fuckin' the 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 anal sex her
hey there intestines, my cock is erect next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas ain't fresh as us

Eat a dick, bitch!