Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a of the game and the jealous got me strapped
Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, gangsta brains
Me and my homies feelin up in the hooptie
With the fifth degree in martin, the car startin
Some haters rolled up fo' deeper the chevy
Wavin up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked
Enough, rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them shakin like cop lockin
Ski skirt smokin down the street
With his partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat
I check myself see if I'm shot, but they hit me
singin like whitney they wanna fit me
With a full metal jacket, but don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not nick me
We rushed my to the nearest carsa hospital
But it's too late he all stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)

(chorus kokane)
gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin 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 shipped this spot for homicide, heat
Feelin go perform my own open surgery
Because my 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
these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get
Don't let em see you your mask down, pull out the dullja's
With from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The drama don't stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta
We ain't no suckers, we it like john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot with open

(chorus kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to me
Got me up in this 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 built up out the scene with out a
call 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 about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family count will get
Up in the game them gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
This ain't no for busters, trick ass haters
Try pager, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a
And suckers who don't feel me, get the red
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang
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 as the pigs don't go step 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 a fuck about you
As long as the pigs go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
Now I don't give a about you
As long as the pigs go step on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!
Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't give a about you, yeah
gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me
Got me up in this drama, yeah!