Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me
Crunch sack, sick homies who got my back
bodies, handcuffs, and house rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta
Me and my homies bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
haters rolled up fo' deeper than the chevy
Wavin techs up in the air like machine-gun
I tell all my partners to up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the other gettin quick
Enough, rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got shakin like they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout smokin 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 jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet my body, not even nick me
We rushed my homie to the nearest hospital
But it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop (damn!)

(chorus kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
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!

(spice 1)
We shipped spot for homicide, heat emergency
Feelin go my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died that
We gotta show my love and get them busters back
So we mobb through the lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools bout us gettin cold
a chevy with gold deeds
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie look 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 leave fo' in a dutch
The midnight drama don't 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 parkin lot with open

(chorus kokane)
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a fuck 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 that's all can do
We hit the freeway in a bucket, no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly
And ain't tellin nothin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family 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, sharp as a
And suckers who don't me, get the red laser
And sicker than a hangover, 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 up in this drama, yeah!
I don't give a 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 fuck 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 caught up in drama, yeah!
Now 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, drama, I don't give a fuck about you,
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!