Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ VERSE 1: Danzini ]
Billy is known to the world as a drama lord
Beat bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2
Real niggas do real things, so that mean
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 askin ya, is, are you for the massacre?
If you it, then you can get it, homes
What you fail to realize, is, 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 peoples real: Get your steel
Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the
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 I run into some static
Search all night, for the gun fight
Troopin from dust to dawn, to get it on
Creep the town, checkin out the scene
Index on the trigger of my serve machine
So don't ever harass me, or put past me
Cause you'll be the when I blast, gee
Bust caps at your mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the drama

[ VERSE 2: Fame ]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to static?
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him it!
Clack-clack-pow, him down somethin sweet
Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the
M.O.P.'s ready to a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down the Brownsville Sluggers
Punk game, and I spot it
When I out my joint muthafuckas say: "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody fight
jump off, and I pump that ass off broad daylight
Instead of a nigga hurtin me
I put that shit in reverse and put that ass in a
guys come with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I bring the beef the meat man
Put him away, send his ass to
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
Me and my peoples got all types of
shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and Macs
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 niggas that I roll with, they run
Niggas use every muthafuckin in a gun
Son, we'll bring the terror to your
em up, dump em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, it's drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord