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 who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin brains
Me and my homies feelin up in the hooptie
With the degree in martin, the car ain't startin
Some rolled up fo' deeper than the chevy
techs up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my partners to up out the bucket
One raised the and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome
got them shakin like they cop lockin
Ski clout smokin 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
Shoppers singin like whitney wanna fit me
With a full metal jacket, but they get me
Not one touch my body, not even nick me
We rushed my to the nearest carsa hospital
But it's too late he all felt 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 don't give a 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
Feelin go perform my own open surgery
my partner shouldn't died like that
We show my homie love and get them busters back
So we mobb the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold
Behold a chevy with deeds
Could these be the headers who my hooptie look like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get
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, cause player, you'll be here
We ain't no suckers, we it like john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot open bodies

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

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

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