Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

["so much in the..." -- snoop doggy dogg]
Verse ras kass

No to the opposite sex
But I ain't flexed punani yet that's my royalty checks
Men be trying to get laid, women be to get paid
So, gotta get played... {right}
Now you claim I'm runnin game and still let us run the
Pulling coolio's braids, it wasn't me, it was the
Let a dame complain about my african queen
Ass hangin out them daisy jeans, jockin
Damn I civilization
Wants to know my occupation home location and of transportation
The correct combination your placenta
I got a phone with a rubber antenna
On a three story house, a four door ac
Favorite song of all time mobb "hit it from the back"
Then jet, I turn a into my favorite
She my name cause I got more game than sega cd

coolio, ras kass

You know drama, but it sound real good (3x)
You knew the game, and you still ended up on your
You it's drama, but it sound real good (3x)
You knew the game, and you still ended up on back

Verse two: ras

I try u.n.i.t.y. but
Cause when I was lackin, bitches me want to roll over and die
So now I lie, cause bitches are like {why? }
They attract to the best {oh!}
You gotta play max julian's role unless you plan on being
Cause bitches want the money clip and whatever dick that with it
bitch} saw me in the lex and didn't know it came from avis
Now on the tip like my name was john davis
And I'm knowin she thinks {what? }
I'ma her off her feet because I bought the hoe a drink
Bitch, haha I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to atlanta
{tomorrow} so maybe we can it {tonight}
Right there I knew my dick was getting
Cause I played into this bitch's cinderella
Whatever you to hear, I can say
Forget the bitch the next day, replay

Verse three:

Yo ras, let me talk these bitches for a minute
But let's get it straight, when I say the word
I don't all women
hookers come a dime a dozen if you thought they wasn't
You can hit this hoe today, and you can hit her cousin
Or her mama, you to have drama
Nigga some currency and go up in her auntie!
I'm talkin bout the type loc
You know the type that seem to like the taste of
it
When it to saving hoes coolio ain't in it
call me captain, general, sergeant, or lieutenant
This ain't funny so don't you laugh
I gave the bitch my autograph, and she gave me ass
But as as the hoe tried to get in my pocket
I her ass away from me *schch* like a skyrocket
Take it from a g, period, no comma, to keep hookers
On toes... you know the rest