Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ VERSE 1: Billy ]
Billy Danzini is known to the world as a drama
Beat more 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 warned you came
So I ain't to blame for ass being torn out the frame
I get nuts off beef occur
All I'm askin ya, is, are you ready for the
If you want it, then you can get it,
What you to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your boys and roll with
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for chestboard
my peoples that's real: Get your steel
Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the
Lil' Fame (Whatever) is with it
Shaq, call for and tell him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never it, that's why I keep my automatic
In case I run some static
Search all night, lookin for the gun
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 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 proper
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ VERSE 2: Fame ]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start
Who it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him down somethin
Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the
M.O.P.'s to hurt a muthafucka
a nigga down with the Brownsville Sluggers
Punk niggas game, and I it
When I out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once 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 and put that 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, send his ass to
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
Me and my got all types of gats
12-guage 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 like a bubble
See, the niggas that I roll with, they run
Niggas use every 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 em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the lord