Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ VERSE 1: Billy ]
Billy is known to the world as a drama lord
more bodies than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If you're clever, you can put 2 and 2 together
Real niggas do real things, so that whatever
You was warned you came
So I ain't to blame for your ass torn out the frame
I get off whenever beef occur
All I'm ya, is, are you ready for the massacre?
If you want it, then you can get it,
you fail to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your boys and with force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for your
Tell my peoples that's Get your steel
slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the hill
Lil' Fame (Whatever) is with it
Shaq, for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never have it, that's why I keep my
In case I run into static
Search all night, lookin for the gun
Troopin from dust to dawn, to get it on
Creep through the town, checkin out the
Index finger on the trigger of my machine
So don't ever harass me, or put nothin me
you'll be the next when I blast, gee
Bust caps back at mac, and clap, this is the proper applause
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ VERSE 2: Lil' ]
Which one of you bitch niggas is ready to start
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him it!
Clack-clack-pow, buck him down sweet
Cave in his chest, put him to on the concrete
M.O.P.'s ready to hurt a
Bustin a nigga down with the Brownsville
Punk niggas game, and I it
When I pack out my joint muthafuckas "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody play
Shit jump off, and I pump that ass off broad
Instead of a hurtin me first
I put shit in reverse and put that ass in a hearse
guys come with it and get it
I got my heat, man
I bring the beef the meat man
Put him away, send his ass to
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
Me and my peoples got all types of
12-guage shot guns, Tec-9 nines, and
and tray-deuce, and a .44 bulldog
To set it off and let the loose
Put up your shit and we can
But if I'm in double
Then I'ma bust a nigga a bubble
See, the niggas that I roll with, don't run
use every muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, we'll bring the to your territory
Pump em up, em off, and after that go get a 40
Word to mama, when it's drama I em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the of Lil' Fame, the drama lord