Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Never Dies

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking be the recipe
For sure I that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The gonna never end, never end
Keep I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's never end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'

It's hard, yeah, it's hard, that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk
I don't talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll your ass a memory
to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you me then
I'll hunt you a great dane
Hit you, hit you a freight train
Run off your fake chains
I'll you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit be a big enough reason
You're dancin' the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the gun

I get gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
For I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, end
thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna end, never end
thinkin' I'm playin'

Me I punch every nigga I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like
Cocaine baby, child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so
Big for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a
You leave the scene unseen I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I rank, I got bank
fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run
I put in my own work, run, get who you get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a & Wesson
When talk is not an option, a form of expression
You got to go to work on a
The red comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a