Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Want Drama

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

Straight the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a know what hood you from
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 make it what you got rite here
They the mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth 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 are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, we gon' spray them 'round

Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, 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 want none, no!

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

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

Now your life is leavin' yo' body, for drinkin' too Bacardi
You should've known when you started, never 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 Eightball is loadin' the clip, for niggaz to trip
And you I'm rollin' the whip, we finna set 'em free

Buss a nigga head, 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 don't none, no!
You don't drama, no!
You don't 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

Them boys, they it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the
The realest, you some Ball 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 niggaz buckin', shakin'
asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mic's when we grab it, we cock it, we it

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

Bitch,
Bitch,
Bitch,

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

So here we go, Bad Boy
Ball and G, Mound
New York
You don't want no drama, you don't want

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