Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

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

[ 2: Lil' Fame ]
Which one of you niggas is ready to start static?
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him somethin sweet
in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete
M.O.P.'s ready to a muthafucka
Bustin a down with the Brownsville Sluggers
niggas game, and I spot it
When I out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once it's on play fight
Shit jump off, and I pump ass off broad daylight
Instead of a nigga me first
I put that shit in and put that ass in a hearse
Though 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 in pieces
Me and my peoples got all types of
12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44
To set it off and let the loose
Put up shit and we can rumble
But if I'm in trouble
Then I'ma bust a nigga like a
See, the niggas that I with, they don't run
use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, bring the terror to your territory
Pump em up, em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's drama I send em to the
Niggas can't stand the reign of Fame, the drama lord