Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

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

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

But I ain't wettin'
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 back in the Pyrex's
Occupied by the twins, bank with large records
vests, 86 got guards on, Benetton rugbies
And frames that guns when they rob [Incomprehensible]

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

you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come over
Hoping you fall for the bait you safe
Had that ass sweating T.D. Jakes
I the ones, nigga, you non believers, you can ask your momma
Now that's

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who the fuck you think you is Ron
Tat tat the fuck when that 9 milli peel
Is it real realer than Pittsburgh
Yo Ghost pass the toast niggas is daffodils

Got buck naked bitches counting a mil gloves on
Fully dressed bitches them with they snubs on
I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon
Watching Ray all day, I get my cake on

love me like a Drake song
Rep that bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos
Niggas steady pushing but we don't see pianos

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

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

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

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

How I be the pussy should be a hate crime
Got a Blackberry was to much face time
to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes
All they want is money, my nigga, I can't mine

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