Luyện nghe bài hát Drop

[Intro: Sweatshirt]
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' 'bout her achey
Her body is a temple, I give a fuck, I'm atheist
Make me stop, make me bitch, she mad because I taped the
And sent the tape to Ace and Taco, 'em fuckin' 'bate to it
Master, master, pretty bitch basher, and white bitch
Mixed like she moo and grass or some Concerta
Like the shit, I I kinda like my bitch
If she wasn't a dyke with Tyson lisp
Wolf Gang on that drive without a shit
On that take Shake and Meka necks and fuckin' 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 you a faggot that says he hate Barbara Streisand flicks
Huh, me and Berman 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 the fuckin' curb and then they 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 pack I in
The battle ram, 'em, rats get to tattlin'
Lynn axes at you antonyms of savages
And that it damages, your hobby's what my passion is
Fuck 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 niggas on savage shit
Fuckin' the and shovin' 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 you make, them niggas still ain't fresh as us

Eat a dick, bitch!