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, go, let's go, let's go

from the underground, fat boy from 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 as fuck, break it down, then roll 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, make it clear what you got rite here
broke 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, the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we play 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 don't none, no!
You don't drama, no!
You want none, no!

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

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

Now life is leavin' yo' body, for drinkin' too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started, fuck with G and E

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

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 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 backstroke in swimmin', in pools wit in 'em

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

We placin', the fakest, they don't give it up, we take it
The realest up in niggaz buckin', bitches shakin'
They asses, but cash it, be a habit
Like mic's when we grab it, we it, we blast it

a nigga 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 don't none, no!
You don't 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 none

I see you ATL, tear 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
get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed