Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ 1: Billy Danzini ]
Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama
Beat bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If clever, then you can put 2 and 2 together
Real niggas do things, so that mean whatever
You was before you came
So I ain't to for your ass being torn out the frame
I get nuts off beef occur
All I'm ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?
If you it, then you can get it, homes
What you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not
Come with your boys and with force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for chestboard
Tell my peoples that's real: Get your
slipped up, so grip 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 have it, that's why I keep my automatic
In case I run some static
all night, lookin for the gun fight
Troopin from dust to dawn, to get it on
Creep through the town, out the scene
Index finger on the trigger of my serve
So ever harass me, or put nothin past me
Cause you'll be the next I blast, gee
Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the applause
For Billy Danzenie, the drama

[ VERSE 2: Fame ]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to static?
Who it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin
in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete
M.O.P.'s to hurt a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down with the Sluggers
Punk niggas game, and I it
I pack out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody fight
Shit jump off, and I pump ass off broad daylight
of a nigga hurtin me first
I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a
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 got all types of gats
shot guns, Tec-9 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 double
Then I'ma bust a nigga like a
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 after go get a 40
Word to mama, it's drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the of Lil' Fame, the drama lord