Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ 1: Billy Danzini ]
Billy Danzini is to the world as a drama lord
Beat more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a
If you're clever, you can put 2 and 2 together
Real niggas do real things, so that mean
You was before you came
So I ain't to for your ass being torn out the frame
I get nuts off beef occur
All I'm askin ya, is, are you for the massacre?
If you want it, you can get it, homes
What you to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your boys and with force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for your
Tell my that's real: Get your steel
slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hill
Lil' Fame (Whatever) is with it
Shaq, for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie never have it, that's why I keep my automatic
In I run into some static
Search all night, for the gun fight
Troopin dust to dawn, ready to get it on
Creep the town, checkin out the scene
Index finger on the trigger of my machine
So don't ever me, or put nothin past me
Cause be the next when I blast, gee
Bust back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ 2: Lil' Fame ]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to static?
Who want it (I it) Slap, let him have it!
Clack-clack-pow, him down somethin sweet
in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete
M.O.P.'s ready to a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down the Brownsville Sluggers
niggas game, and I spot it
When I pack out my muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
it's on nobody play fight
Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off daylight
of a nigga hurtin me first
I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a
Though come with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I bring the beef the meat man
Put him away, send his ass to
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
Me and my got all types of gats
12-guage shot guns, nines, and Macs
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44
To set it off and let the dogs
Put up your shit and we can
But if I'm in trouble
Then I'ma bust a like a bubble
See, the niggas that I with, they don't run
Niggas use muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, bring the terror to your territory
em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's I send em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama