Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ 1: Billy Danzini ]
Billy is known to the world as a drama lord
Beat bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If you're clever, you can put 2 and 2 together
Real niggas do things, so that mean whatever
You was warned before you
So I ain't to for your ass being torn out the frame
I get nuts off whenever occur
All I'm ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?
If you want it, you can get it, homes
you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your boys and roll with
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for chestboard
Tell my peoples that's real: Get steel
Nigga up, so grip up and meet me on the hill
Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, call for Bang and him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never it, that's why I keep my automatic
In case I run some static
all night, lookin for the gun fight
Troopin dust to dawn, ready to get it on
Creep through the town, out the scene
Index finger on the trigger of my serve
So don't harass me, or put nothin past me
Cause you'll be the next I blast, gee
Bust caps back at mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ 2: Lil' Fame ]
Which one of you bitch is ready to start static?
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him down sweet
Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the
M.O.P.'s to hurt a muthafucka
Bustin a down with the Brownsville Sluggers
Punk game, and I spot it
I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once it's on play fight
Shit off, and I pump that ass off broad daylight
Instead of a hurtin me first
I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a
guys come with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I the beef like 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 loose
Put up your shit and we can
But if I'm in trouble
Then bust a nigga like a bubble
See, the niggas that I roll with, they run
use every 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, it's drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord