Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the game and the got me strapped
Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my
bodies, handcuffs, and house rage
Two and the one up on that track, sportin gangsta brains
Me and my feelin bail 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 bail up out the
One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked
Enough, rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them like they cop lockin
Ski skirt smokin down the street
With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other
I check myself see if I'm shot, but don't hit me
Shoppers like whitney they wanna fit me
With a full jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet my body, not even nick me
We rushed my to the nearest carsa hospital
But it's too he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)

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

(spice 1)
We this spot for homicide, heat emergency
go perform my own open heart surgery
Because my partner died like that
We gotta show my homie and get them busters back
So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for
But we can't find a soul, talkin bout us gettin cold
Behold a chevy with gold
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie like swiss cheese
musta turned the lights off and let's get closer
Don't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the
With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight drama don't so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be 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 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 freeway in a bucket, feelin no
We regulatin in the ghetto deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin the decease
if you snitch your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
This ain't no for busters, trick ass haters
Try their pager, jealous cause you major
Hit me on my pager, as a razor
And suckers who don't me, get the red laser
And than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders
But get snatched out their rovers

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