Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

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

[ VERSE 2: Lil' ]
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 on the concrete
M.O.P.'s to hurt a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville
Punk niggas game, and I it
When I pack out my joint say: "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody fight
Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad
Instead of a nigga hurtin me
I put shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
Though come with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I bring the beef the meat man
Put him away, his ass to Jesus
Put his ass to sleep, let him in pieces
Me and my peoples got all of gats
12-guage shot guns, nines, and Macs
and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog
To set it off and let the loose
Put up your shit and we can
But if I'm in double
I'ma bust a nigga like a bubble
See, the niggas that I with, they don't run
Niggas use every muthafuckin in a gun
Son, we'll bring the terror to your
Pump em up, dump em off, and that go get a 40
to mama, when it's drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord