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, homies who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, gangsta brains
Me and my homies bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper the chevy
Wavin techs up in the air like kelly
I tell all my to bail up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, dome shots
Droppin got them shakin they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout smokin down the
With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the seat
I myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me
Shoppers singin like whitney wanna fit me
a full metal jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not even me
We rushed my homie to the 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 tryin to 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 up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We this spot for homicide, heat emergency
Feelin go perform my own open heart
Because my partner shouldn't died like
We gotta show my homie love and get busters back
So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us cold
a chevy with gold deeds
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 your mask down, pull out the dullja's
With tales from the creepin on the hush leave fo' suckers 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 no suckers, we doin it like john gottie
We left them fools in the lot with open bodies

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

(spice 1)
We up out the scene with out a clue
People the police but that's all they can do
We hit the freeway in a bucket, no remorse
We in the ghetto with deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the
if you snitch your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters
Try pager, jealous cause 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, 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 don't give a about you
As long as the pigs go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
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 don't go step on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin 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 up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a about you, yeah
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!