Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ VERSE 1: Danzini ]
Billy Danzini is known to the world as a lord
Beat bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If you're clever, you can put 2 and 2 together
Real do real things, so that mean whatever
You was before you came
So I ain't to blame for 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
you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your and roll with force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for chestboard
Tell my that's real: Get your steel
Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the
Lil' (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, call for Bang and him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never have it, that's why I my automatic
In case I run some static
Search all night, lookin for the gun
from dust to dawn, ready to get it on
Creep through the town, checkin out the
finger on the trigger of my serve machine
So don't ever harass me, or put past me
Cause you'll be the next I blast, gee
Bust caps back at mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ 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 to hurt a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville
niggas game, and I spot it
When I pack out my muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
it's on nobody play fight
Shit jump off, and I that ass off broad daylight
Instead of a hurtin me first
I put that shit in reverse and put ass in a hearse
guys come with 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
12-guage shot guns, nines, and Macs
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44
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 that I roll with, they don't run
use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, we'll bring the to your territory
em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, when drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the of Lil' Fame, the drama lord