Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the game and the 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 gangsta
Me and my feelin bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters up fo' deeper than the chevy
Wavin up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my to bail up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked
Enough, been so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them like they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout smokin the street
With his player partner beatin up at these up in the other seat
I check myself see if I'm shot, but don't hit me
Shoppers like whitney they wanna fit me
With a full metal jacket, but 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 late he all felt like a pop sickle (damn!)

(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 on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped this spot for homicide, emergency
Feelin go my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died like
We gotta show my homie love and get them busters
So we mobb through the ghetto for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin us gettin cold
a chevy with gold deeds
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie like swiss cheese
Fools musta the lights off and let's get closer
Don't let em see you pull your mask down, out the dullja's
With tales the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight don't 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 it like john gottie
We left them fools in the lot with open bodies

(chorus kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
I don't a fuck about you
As long as the pigs 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 all they can do
We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly
And ain't nobody nothin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the
This ain't no business for busters, ass haters
Try pager, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a
And suckers who don't me, get the red laser
And sicker a hangover, fools try to slang boulders
But get snatched out range rovers

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