Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

(kokane)
Ah yeah...

(spice 1)
Murder is a part of the game and the got me strapped
nappy sack, sick homies who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house
Two and the one up on that track, sportin gangsta brains
Me and my homies bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't
haters rolled up fo' deeper than the chevy
Wavin techs up in the air like kelly
I all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised the and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, been so I begin to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got them shakin like cop lockin
Ski clout smokin down the street
With his player partner beatin up at these 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 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)
gotta 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 on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped this spot for homicide, emergency
Feelin go perform my own open surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died like
We gotta show my homie love and get busters back
So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us cold
Behold a chevy gold 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 mask down, pull out the
With tales the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight don't stop so if you get some dirt
They'll dig you in the clear, player, you'll be outta here
We no suckers, we doin it like john gottie
We left them fools in the parkin lot open bodies

(chorus kokane)
gotta 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 don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We built up out the scene with out a
People the police but that's 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 about the decease
Cause if you your family count will get decrease
Up in the them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters
Try pager, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, sharp as a
And suckers who feel me, get the red laser
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to boulders
But get snatched out range rovers

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