Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

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

2008 a G, a
I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk
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, take a nap
Promise you got something, Lord, I honor you
Blow your lil' head off you're tying your shoe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I know games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday
he ain't going
I home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer
10 drinks later I'm at Burger King for a Whopper
Look 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 buck naked counting half a mil gloves on
Fully dressed bitches watching them they snubs on
While I'm in the kitchen to be Raekwon
Rachel Ray all day, I get my cake on

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

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

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

Nigga, we in the like Chris Johnson
It's 2010 how the fuck we get 6
Top 10, how the fuck you forget Compton
rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in

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

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

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