Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no
Pipe in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no
My posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's
is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm earnin'
Suckers crossed, tonight it's loss
Payback time, boy, the cost

out the window, one lay cross the roof
They all die if those suckers ain't proof
I'm rollin' tollin', of course the car's stolen
But I'm to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden
A in a fight, too dumb to know right
Fuckin' blue light, their rights

I an alias bailed out in an hour or less
I keep a bank for that know about the rest
another piece, hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again, fuck the damn
up my friend Joe, a roof job pro
459 on his car stereos
He said the spot was sleep, he the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot we creep

Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,
Phones, Sony Color TV's
Had the hide up till we heard freeze
Fuckin' lights, read'em their rights

4 in the morning, lights in my
That's the time, you the place
Cuffed in the room the two-way glass
in effect cold doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?", "What's real name?"
I stuck to my alias, I the game
If they don't know who you are, they don't know what you've done
"You're just makin' harder on yourself, son"

I know shit by heart, I'm too clever
"Have you been arrested before?" "Nope, never"
Da all over his face
You see, no confession, no
Then my boy started illin', and tellin'
Son of a bitch, he was a

Under I went, I a case and half
He dropped the mallet, the judge laughed
Now I'm in the penzo, like a real pro
I can't until the man says go
A of the big game, an institutional thing
I wouldn't be here if I fed my
Got knowledge from school books, of street crooks
Now all I get is hard looks

The joint is like an oven of caged
You're just a number, piece of tough meat
Killers and are all you greet
Act soft you will get
On death row got their own hot seat
For those who feel that are truly elite
The last thing you a priest
The lights dim, your life