Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want Drama

It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, and G
Orange Mound, the moment 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, how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you
Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, roll it up

Back it up, a like 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 make it what you got rite here
They broke the mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold that shine

Hard to touch, sorry to you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, 'cuz the streets are a of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't them now
Disrespect, please remember, we gon' 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 want drama, no!
You want none, no!
You don't drama, no!
You don't none, no!

Get up
(Get up)
Get
(Get crunk)
Let's to the trunk
(To the trunk)
Get a pump, and dump
it, close the trunk

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

Now your life is 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 and rhymin' in and out the beat
And is loadin' the clip, for niggaz supposin' to trip
And you I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free

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!

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

Them boys, they 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 give it up, we gon' it
The realest up in this buckin', bitches shakin'
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 nigga head, a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

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

So we go, Bad Boy South
and G, Orange Mound
New collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want

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