Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

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

[ VERSE 2: Lil' ]
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
Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the
M.O.P.'s ready to hurt a
Bustin a nigga down with the Sluggers
Punk niggas game, and I it
When I pack out my muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once on nobody play fight
Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off daylight
of a nigga hurtin me first
I put shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
Though guys 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 of gats
12-guage guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs
and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog
To set it off and let the loose
Put up your and we can rumble
But if I'm in double
Then I'ma bust a nigga a bubble
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, dump em off, and after go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's I send em to the morgue
Niggas can't the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord