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 rage
Two and the one up on that track, sportin gangsta brains
Me and my homies feelin bail up in the
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters rolled up fo' than the chevy
Wavin up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I tell all my partners to bail up out the
One raised the clout and the other ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I begin to bust, straight dome
got them shakin like they cop lockin
Ski skirt clout down the street
his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat
I myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me
singin like whitney they wanna fit me
With a metal jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet touch my body, not even me
We rushed my homie to the carsa hospital
But it's too late he all felt like a pop sickle (damn!)

(chorus kokane)
Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to 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 up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We shipped this for homicide, heat emergency
Feelin go my own open heart surgery
Because my partner shouldn't died like
We show my homie love and get them busters back
So we mobb the ghetto lookin for revenge
But we can't find a soul, fools talkin us gettin cold
a chevy with gold deeds
Could these be the headers who made my hooptie like swiss cheese
Fools musta turned the lights off and get closer
Don't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the
tales 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 lot with 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 give a fuck you
As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We built up out the with out a clue
People the police but that's all they can do
We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the ghetto with force
And ain't nobody tellin nothin the decease
Cause if you snitch your family count will get
Up in the game things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia
This ain't no business for busters, trick ass
Try their pager, jealous cause you 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 slang
But get snatched out range rovers

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