Luyện nghe bài hát Save The Drama

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

Chris Brown]
Call it a how she do
The in Jamaica, man jealous
Make me
I can tell you skilled cause you your melody
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we gon' light up the
Smoking all that ganja you can smell the door
Sex tape never, 'less she let me
And I where your head's at
Got your attitude from your
And I don't set back
Just do me a favor and the drama

2: Tracy T]
Get the baddest bitch and treat it like the
the Henny, tripping if you pop the pussy first
We gon' fuck, I'm gon' or we gon' fall in love
I will get 'em once, fucking, with the plug
Bitches texting, I'm a dog
Bitch I'm on, no flexing, fuck a 100
See that's just for that extra Range, to forget them
Your body's under my belt, just to it official
I forget that he mission, never the pistol
Thinking all the way in, 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, bitch you better it
'Fore you be over tested, rather up in a Bentley
to pull up in Chevys, I'm the kind that can get enough
I'm the kind that can get the cause I can't get enough nigga

[Hook: Brown]
it a homicide how she do
The guys in Jamaica, man
Make me
I can tell you skilled you using your melody
Oh, no no no no
another blunt then we gon' light up the floor
Smoking all that ganja you can smell through the
Sex never, 'less she let me record
And I know where your at
Got your attitude from mama
And I wanna set back
Just do me a favor and the drama

3: Kevin Gates]
Big boy's girl, big girl, he be pum pum, like the jay's girl
I done made love in the strangest places, I'm a real plug, move things on the
Like the mon in the morn' opposite, smoke the ganj and we poof
I'm a rider, she a rider, I know the black man on sight
Hit the high like Mariah
I feel the bitch when the vibe is right
grow, I'mma get you high 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, frisk my waistband, ass and
Keep me Miss Gates, don't do digits, my phone bling, just been 2
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
be get me it through chickens, raps 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 tripping, bullshit make a real nigga lose interest

[Hook: Chris
Oh, no no no no
Light another blunt then we light up the floor
Smoking all ganja you can smell through the door
Sex never, 'less she let me record
And I know where head's at
Got your attitude from mama
And I don't wanna set
do me a favor and save the drama