Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

It was the night before he got
Big jars of hay, Cheech and Chong in the spot
Tropicana strawberries, diced bananas the long fifth
Next to the Town House crackers mad

2008 a G, a
I'm Ron O'Neil the seat, sunk deep
Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk
make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys

But I ain't that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently a nap
Promise you got something, Lord, I honor you
Blow lil' head off while you're tying your shoe

But in the kitchen Pyrex's
Occupied by the twins, bank robbers with records
Hard vests, 86 got guards on, Benetton
And frames that fake when they rob [Incomprehensible]

To them that's action play the [Incomprehensible]
We gettin' at you and we want to rap to you
It's not culture, not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya
I get a little

Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, over
you fall for the bait thinking you safe
Had that ass sweating like T.D.
I the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask your momma
Now drama

Dollar icy from papi with the glock with the laser
my best not to pop yet but the trop is major
Shot my lil' I do my aunt the favor watch this
I never been this hope the cops just

Get a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play
In a softball tournament round my way say that's your you bird
put your beak on a curb but anyway
Looks like a good game the pigs ain't so I'm a lay

Nice play, just too bad it's your
Couple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the
So watch the teams line up, shake hands, guess the over
nigga, hopped in a Liberty, fake Range Rover

I'm on his tail Sonic little shorty palming on a 40
Broad day, I'm to dodge a cover story
Look like he stopping for gas I'm a him, yay
This had to be his most unlucky, day

2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army and stand there
Acting my tires need air
He closed the gas cap, too things going his way
So I just stashed that you probably I'm bugging but, hey

I them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday
he ain't going
I went switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer
10 drinks I'm at Burger King window for a Whopper
Look left and see partner, I hit the bloka

Who the fuck you you is Ron O'Neil
Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 peel
Is it real than Pittsburgh steel
Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is

Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil on
Fully bitches watching them with they snubs on
While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be
Watching Rachel Ray all day, I get my on

Fiends me like a Drake song
Rep that bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos
Niggas steady pushing keys but we see pianos

steady pushing Phantoms, we don't see the opera
Niggas steady rocking dreads, you ain't even
Take New Era off and reveal
The fact the you are or your cap getting peeled

Then we out to Brazil I niggas in Negril
That'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a
Take the gold out your and throw it in they grill
Send a finger to your moms and let her know that real

Nigga, we in the field Chris Johnson
2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons
Top 10, how the fuck you gonna forget
Every rapper on your list'll get shit stomped in

I started soowoo, I'm the reason for that 5
in the game on that fucking ready to die shit
Sold 9 mil ended up some fly shit
pictures, R&B bitches, all in my sidekick

How I be killin' the pussy should be a crime
Got a Blackberry was getting to face time
Back to fucking project bitches now I hate
All they want is money, my nigga, I waste mine

I sun niggas like day time
Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Lauren waist lines
as a baby's ass and I got that baby cash
Catch me in the hood, same deals Old had