Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ 1: Billy Danzini ]
Billy Danzini is known to the world as a lord
more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together
Real do real things, so that mean whatever
You was warned you came
So I ain't to blame for your ass being torn out the
I get off whenever beef occur
All I'm ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?
If you want it, you can get it, homes
What you fail to realize, is, is not alone
Come with your boys and roll force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for chestboard
Tell my peoples real: Get your steel
Nigga up, so grip up and meet me on the hill
Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never 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 through the town, out the scene
Index finger on the of my serve machine
So don't ever harass me, or put past me
you'll be the next when I blast, gee
Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the proper
For Billy Danzenie, the drama

[ VERSE 2: Lil' ]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start
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 ready to a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga with the Brownsville Sluggers
niggas game, and I spot it
When I pack out my muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once on nobody play fight
Shit jump off, and I pump ass off broad daylight
Instead of a nigga hurtin me
I put that shit in reverse and put ass in a hearse
Though guys come it and get it
I got my heat, man
I the beef like the meat man
Put him away, his ass to Jesus
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
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 dogs
Put up your and we can rumble
But if I'm in double
Then I'ma bust a nigga a bubble
See, the that I roll with, they don't run
Niggas use every bullet in a gun
Son, bring the terror to your territory
Pump em up, dump em off, and after go get a 40
Word to mama, it's drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama