Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

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

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

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

Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,
Motorola Phones, Sony Color
Had the packed up till we heard freeze
Fuckin' blue lights, read'em their

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

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

Under I went, I caught a and half
He dropped the mallet, then the laughed
Now I'm in the penzo, like a real pro
I can't move until the man go
A puppet of the big game, an institutional
I wouldn't be if I fed my brain
Got knowledge from school books, instead of crooks
Now all I get is hard looks

The is like an oven of caged heat
just a number, another piece of tough meat
Killers and are all you greet
Act soft you get beat
On death row they got own hot seat
For those who feel they are truly elite
The last thing you a priest
The lights dim, your life