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
the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't startin
Some rolled up fo' deeper 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 quick
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome
Droppin got them like they cop lockin
Ski clout smokin down the street
With his player partner 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 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 nearest carsa
But it's too late he all felt 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 give a fuck about you
As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped this for homicide, heat emergency
Feelin go perform my own open heart
Because my partner shouldn't like that
We gotta show my homie love and get busters back
So we mobb through the ghetto for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools bout us gettin cold
a chevy with gold deeds
Could these be the who made my hooptie look like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and get closer
Don't let em see you pull mask down, pull out the dullja's
With tales from the on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch
The midnight drama stop so if you get some dirt
dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here
We ain't no suckers, we doin it like john
We left them fools in the parkin lot open bodies

(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 pigs don't go step on my
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We up out the scene with out a clue
People call the police but all they can do
We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no
We regulatin in the ghetto with force
And ain't nobody tellin about the decease
Cause if you snitch your family count get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the of the mafia
This ain't no business for busters, trick ass
Try pager, jealous cause you livin major
Hit me on my pager, as a razor
And suckers who don't feel me, get the red
And sicker than a hangover, fools try to boulders
But get snatched out range rovers

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