Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

[Intro: Sweatshirt]
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' 'bout her achey
Her is a temple, I don't 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 fuckin' to it
Master, master, bitch basher, black and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and chew grass or Concerta
Like the shit, I guess I kinda my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on drive without a license shit
On that Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' slice them shits
Oh how nice, now you say you like the shit
you bruised up, your neck sliced, and I ain't icin' 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 swervin' in the jeep
But I'm a nice guy in person, but a pervert in the
And I'm magic with the words, murder over beats
Make the competition the fuckin' curb and then they weep

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

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

Eat a dick, bitch!