Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the and the jealous got me strapped
Crunch nappy sack, sick who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage
Two and the one up on dope track, sportin gangsta brains
Me and my homies feelin up in the hooptie
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the
Wavin up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my partners to up out the bucket
One the clout and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them shakin like they cop
Ski clout smokin down the street
With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other
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 touch my body, not even nick me
We my homie to the nearest carsa hospital
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 as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped spot for homicide, heat emergency
go perform my own open heart surgery
Because my shouldn't died like that
We gotta show my homie love and get them busters
So we through the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin
Behold a chevy with deeds
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss
Fools musta 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 leave fo' in a dutch
The midnight drama stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, player, you'll be outta here
We ain't no suckers, we doin it like gottie
We left them fools in the lot with open bodies

(chorus kokane)
gotta 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 up out the scene with out a clue
People call the police but that's all can do
We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We in the ghetto with deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
This no business for busters, trick ass haters
Try their pager, jealous you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a
And suckers who feel me, get the red laser
And sicker than a hangover, try to slang boulders
But get out their range rovers

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