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 who got my back
Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage
Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta
Me and my homies bail up in the hooptie
With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin
Some haters up fo' deeper than the chevy
Wavin up in the air like machine-gun kelly
I all my partners to bail up out the bucket
One raised the and the other gettin ducked quick
Enough, been rough so I to bust, straight dome shots
Droppin got shakin like they cop lockin
Ski clout smokin 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
Shoppers singin whitney they wanna fit me
With a full jacket, but they don't get me
Not one bullet my body, not even nick me
We rushed my homie to the nearest hospital
But it's too late he all stiff 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 don't give a fuck you
As long as the pigs don't go on my shoes
Got me caught up in drama, yeah!

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

(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 caught up in drama, yeah!

(spice 1)
We built up out the scene out a clue
People call the police but that's all can do
We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse
We regulatin in the with deadly force
And ain't tellin nothin about the decease
if you snitch your family count will get decrease
Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the
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 than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders
But get snatched out range rovers

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