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' 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 the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, helps 'em 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and bitch
Mixed like she moo and grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that without a license shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the
you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' shit
Show me a rapper my age that say he nice as
And I'll show you a faggot says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and swervin' in the jeep
I'm a guy in person, but a pervert in the sheets
And I'm with the words, murder 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 lambs get silenced and the get violent
Droppin' grimey like the hands of Odd Toddlers
Fuckin' Awesome of wolves in the pack I travel in
The battle ram, 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn swingin' axes at you of savages
And prayin' it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck that faggot shit, my niggas on savage shit
Fuckin' the game and 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
Like hey there intestines, my cock is next to ya
We the shit, like what you make, them niggas ain't fresh as us