Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want Drama

It's Bad Boy Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the you've all been waitin' for
Collaboration, now
Let's go, let's go, let's go, go

Straight from the underground, fat boy the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then it up

Back it up, a girl you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
by, lookin' good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme it clear what you got rite here
They broke the mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that

Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out ain't hard as us
Ball and G, of the streets, 'cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we spray them 'round

a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the up

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

You don't drama, no!
You want none, no!
You want drama, no!
You want none, no!

Get up
(Get up)
Get
(Get crunk)
race to the trunk
(To the trunk)
Get a pump, and dump
Forget it, close the

In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Really mistreat him, Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason, yo' season needed seasonal
They needed more life and lucky yo' wife was

Now your is leavin' yo' body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You known when you started, never fuck with G and E

In any I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit timin'
I'm good for rippin' and in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin' the clip, for supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em

Buss a nigga head, a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, the club up

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

You don't drama, no!
You want none, no!
You don't drama, no!
You want none, no!

Eightball and G, get it fa' sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin', my
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my
My in swimmin', in pools wit models in 'em

boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the
The realest, you bump some and G, you gon' feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, it

We placin', the fakest, they don't it up, we gon' take it
The realest up in this niggaz buckin', bitches
asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the up
Buss a head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

You want drama, no!
You don't none, no!
You want drama, no!
You want none, no!

So here we go, Bad Boy
Ball and G, Mound
New collaboration
You want no drama, you don't want none

I see you ATL, let's this shit up
C'mon, c'mon, I said, let's this shit up!
Yeah, and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we