Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

It was the night he got popped
Big of hay, Cheech and Chong bong in the spot
Tropicana strawberries, diced 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
make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys

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

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

To them natural action play 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 closer

Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, over
Hoping you fall for the thinking 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 with the laser
my best not to pop yet but the trop is major
Shot my 'cause I do my aunt the favor watch this
I been this itchy hope the cops just

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

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

I'm on his tail like 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
had to be his most unlucky, lucky day

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

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

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

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

Fiends love me a Drake song
Rep that bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Wall Mafias, Sopranos
steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos

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

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

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

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

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

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