Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a of the game and the jealous 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, gangsta brains
Me and my feelin bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' than the chevy
techs up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my partners to bail up out the
One the clout and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got shakin like they 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 don't hit me
Shoppers singin like whitney they fit me
a full metal jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not even me
We rushed my homie to the nearest carsa
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 up in this drama, yeah!
I give a fuck about you
As long as the don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped this spot for homicide, emergency
Feelin go perform my own open surgery
Because my partner shouldn't like that
We gotta show my homie love and get them back
So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for
But we can't a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold
Behold a chevy with gold
Could these be the headers who made my 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 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 doin it john gottie
We them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies

(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 long as the pigs go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in 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 in the ghetto with deadly force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the
Cause if you snitch family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the
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 don't me, get the red laser
And sicker than a hangover, try to slang boulders
But get out their range rovers

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