Luyện nghe bài hát Save The Drama

[Verse 1: Brown]
Gun shots, we
Hennessy, I don't really scotch
At the don I'm talking to the dutch
And the man with the pockets fam you up
and the wait notes
Black man says he's hit a lick, keep your waist down
Get loud when that kick
You it, don't count up
No tops, no
Go to collect, we in Paris we shop
You give the man props
Your girl love a man
Fuck it, I'm on that pussy like a
If I tag her, gotta have her a bumper
All that pussy, got it for ya like a
And I know she got that wagon her mama

[Hook: Brown]
Call it a how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man
Make me
I can tell you skilled cause you using your
Oh, no no no no
Light another then we gon' light up the floor
all that ganja you can smell through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me
And I know your head's at
Got attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set
Just do me a favor and the drama

2: Tracy T]
Get the baddest and treat it like the worst
Popping the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' fuck or we gon' fall in
I will get 'em once, fucking, with the plug
texting, I'm a dog fetching
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100
See that's for that extra Range, she'd to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to it official
I forget that he mission, forget the pistol
all the way in, killing and leave the victims
I got trust issues, I think you tripping
Really I be tripping, with all the spitting
West is, this the gang, you better catch it
'Fore you be over tested, rather pull up in a
Used to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get
I'm the kind that can get the paper cause I can't get nigga

[Hook: Chris
Call it a how she do
The in Jamaica, man jealous
me terrified
I can you skilled cause you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can through the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me
And I know where head's at
Got attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set
Just do me a and save the drama

3: Kevin Gates]
Big boy's girl, big boy's girl, he be pum pum, the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a plug, move things on the daily
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof
I'm a rider, she a rider, I the black man right on sight
Hit the high notes like
I done feel the bitch when the is right
I'mma grow, I'mma get you tonight
Balling up, whip the pussy, mine
I can see you want me, pull you closely, song on silent, ignore the phone
Keep your hands on me, just get it, my waistband, ass and titties
me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2 million
Maybach, low key, big ladies hit me, it's 36 Coupe, I'm
Hair on trap, 3 more chickens, new boo game on fleek, room glistening
Chris be get me it through chickens, on lap, big shit I did it
Head to the back, lot of taps on chilling, of fact, big racks I get it
When the game on, they stop tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose

Chris Brown]
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the
Sex never, 'less she let me record
And I where your head's at
Got attitude from your mama
And I don't wanna set
Just do me a and save the drama