Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

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

1]
Tell your bitch to stop 'bout her achey tits
Her body is a temple, I don't give a fuck, I'm
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I the shit
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, black and bitch
Mixed she moo and chew grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda like my
If she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with lisp
Wolf Gang on drive without a license shit
On that take Shake and necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you wanna say you like the
Because you bruised up, neck 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 Streisand flicks
Huh, me and swervin' in the jeep
But I'm a nice guy in person, but a in the sheets
And I'm with the words, murder Merlin over beats
Make the competition kiss the curb and then they weep

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

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

Eat a dick, bitch!