Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a of the game and the jealous got me strapped
nappy sack, sick homies who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin brains
Me and my feelin bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the
Wavin techs up in the air machine-gun kelly
I all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the gettin ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight shots
Droppin got them shakin like they cop
Ski skirt clout down the street
With his player partner beatin up at niggas up in the other seat
I myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me
singin like whitney they wanna fit me
With a full metal jacket, but don't get me
Not one bullet my body, not even nick me
We rushed my homie to the nearest carsa
But it's too late he all felt like a pop sickle (damn!)

(chorus kokane)
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
I don't a fuck about you
As long as the don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped spot for homicide, heat emergency
go perform my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't like that
We gotta show my homie and get them busters back
So we through the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin us gettin cold
Behold a chevy with gold
Could these be the headers who made my look like swiss cheese
musta turned the lights off and let's get closer
Don't let em see you pull your down, pull out the dullja's
With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight don't stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta
We ain't no suckers, we doin it john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot open bodies

(chorus kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
I give a fuck about you
As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We built up out the scene with out a
People the police but that's all they can do
We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the
Cause if you your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters
Try their pager, jealous you livin major
Hit me on my pager, as a razor
And suckers who don't feel me, get the red
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang
But get snatched out their range

(chorus kokane)
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
I don't a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
Now I give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go step on my
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
Now I don't a fuck about you
As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't a fuck about you, yeah
gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!