Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the and the jealous got me strapped
Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my
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 degree in martin, the car startin
Some haters rolled up fo' than the chevy
techs 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 rough so I to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got shakin like they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout down the street
With his player beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat
I check myself see if I'm shot, but they hit me
Shoppers like whitney they wanna fit me
With a metal jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not nick me
We rushed my homie to the carsa hospital
But it's too late he all stiff 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 give a about you
As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped this spot for homicide, heat
Feelin go perform my own heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died like
We gotta show my homie love and get 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 made my look like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the off and let's get closer
Don't let em see you pull your down, pull out the dullja's
With from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight drama stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, be outta here
We ain't no suckers, we doin it john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot open bodies

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

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

(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 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 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 tryin to me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
Now I give a fuck about you
As long as the pigs don't go on my shoes
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 to test me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!