Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want Drama

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

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

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

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

a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, a ho, shoot the club 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)
Let's to the trunk
(To the trunk)
Get a pump, and dump
Forget it, close the

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

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

In any climate I'm shinin', floss, I'm perfect wit
I'm good for rippin' and rhymin' in and out the
And Eightball is the clip, for niggaz supposin' to trip
And you know I'm rollin' the whip, we set 'em free

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

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

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

and G, get it crunk 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

Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we 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, don't give it up, we gon' take it
The realest up in this buckin', bitches shakin'
They asses, but it, might be a habit
Like mic's when we grab it, we it, we blast it

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

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

You don't drama, no!
You want none, no!
You don't 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 tear this up
C'mon, c'mon, I said, tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy
go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed