Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

["so drama in the..." -- snoop doggy dogg]
Verse one: ras

No to the opposite sex
But I ain't flexed punani yet worth my royalty checks
Men be trying to get laid, be trying to get paid
So, somebody gotta get played...
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 complain about disrespecting my african queen
Ass hangin out daisy dukes jeans, jockin
I love civilization
Wants to know my home location and means of transportation
The correct combination unlocked your
I got a cellular phone with a antenna
On a three story house, a four door ac
song of all time mobb deep's "hit it from the back"
Then jet, I turn a bitch into my
She know my name I got more game than sega cd

coolio, ras kass

You know it's drama, but it sound real (3x)
You knew the game, and you ended up on your back
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, made me want to roll over and die
So now I lie, cause are like flies {why? }
They attract to the shit {oh!}
You gotta play max julian's unless you plan on being celibate
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 she's on the tip my name was john davis
And I'm knowin what she {what? }
I'ma her off her feet because I bought the hoe a drink
Bitch, yeah I'm living nice, got a two o'clock flight to atlanta
{tomorrow} so maybe we can kick it
Right there I knew my dick was wetted
I played into this bitch's cinderella complex
Whatever you to hear, I can say
Forget the bitch the next day, replay

Verse three:

Yo ras, let me talk about these for a minute
But let's get it straight, when I say the bitch
I don't mean all
Cause hookers a dime a dozen if you thought they wasn't
You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her
Or her mama, you gots to have
Nigga flash some and go up in her auntie!
I'm bout the skanless type loc
You know the that seem to like the taste of swipe
it
When it comes to saving hoes ain't in it
Don't me captain, general, sergeant, or lieutenant
This funny so don't you dare laugh
I the bitch my autograph, and she gave me some ass
But as soon as the hoe to get in my pocket
I shot her ass away from me like a skyrocket
Take it from a g, period, no comma, to these hookers
On they toes... you know the