Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ VERSE 1: Billy ]
Billy Danzini is to the world as a drama lord
Beat more bodies 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 warned you came
So I ain't to blame for your ass torn out the frame
I get off whenever 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 boys and roll with force
No need for your vest, cause I in it for your chestboard
Tell my that's real: Get your steel
Nigga slipped up, so up and meet me on the hill
Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, call for Bang and tell him to bring the
Danzenie never have it, that's why I keep my automatic
In case I run into static
Search all night, lookin for the gun
Troopin dust to dawn, ready to get it on
through the town, checkin out the scene
Index finger on the trigger of my serve
So don't 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 lord

[ VERSE 2: Lil' ]
Which one of you niggas is ready to start static?
Who it (I want it) Slap, let him have it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him down sweet
in his chest, put him to rest on the concrete
M.O.P.'s ready to a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga with the Brownsville Sluggers
niggas 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 in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
Though guys with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I bring the 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, Tec-9 nines, and
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44
To set it off and let the dogs
Put up your shit and we can
But if I'm in trouble
I'ma bust a nigga like a bubble
See, the niggas I roll with, they don't run
use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, we'll bring the terror to your
Pump em up, em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's I send em to the morgue
Niggas stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama lord