Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Never Dies

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

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

I get that gun, you know that blow and baking be the recipe
For sure I make .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's never end, never 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 never end, never end
Keep I'm playin'

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