Luyện nghe bài hát Drama Lord

Drama

[ VERSE 1: Billy ]
Billy Danzini is known to the as a drama lord
Beat more than Mr. Gotti, so I'm not a fraud
If you're clever, then you can put 2 and 2
Real niggas do real things, so mean whatever
You was warned before you
So I ain't to blame for your ass being torn out the
I get nuts off whenever occur
All I'm askin ya, is, are you for the massacre?
If you want it, then you can get it,
What you to realize, is, Danzenie is not alone
Come with your boys and roll force
No need for your vest, cause I ain't in it for chestboard
Tell my peoples that's real: Get steel
Nigga slipped up, so grip up and meet me on the
Fame (Whatever) Ruff is with it
Shaq, for Bang and tell him to bring the thang-thang
Danzenie will never have it, that's why I my automatic
In I run into some static
Search all night, for the gun fight
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 harass me, or put nothin past me
Cause you'll be the next I blast, gee
Bust caps back at your mac, and clap, this is the applause
For Billy Danzenie, the lord

[ VERSE 2: Lil' ]
Which one of you niggas is ready to start static?
Who want it (I want it) Slap, let him it!
Clack-clack-pow, him down somethin sweet
Cave in his chest, put him to rest on the
M.O.P.'s ready to a muthafucka
Bustin a nigga down the Brownsville Sluggers
niggas game, and I spot it
When I pack out my joint say: "You got it!"
Once it's on nobody fight
Shit jump off, and I pump ass off broad daylight
Instead of a nigga 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 the beef like the meat man
Put him away, send his ass to
Put his ass to sleep, let him rest in
Me and my got all types of gats
12-guage shot guns, nines, and Macs
4-pounds and tray-deuce, and a .44
To set it off and let the dogs
Put up your shit and we can
But if I'm in double
Then I'ma a nigga like a bubble
See, the niggas that I with, they don't run
Niggas use muthafuckin bullet in a gun
Son, bring the terror to your territory
Pump em up, dump em off, and that go get a 40
Word to mama, it's drama I send em to the morgue
Niggas can't stand the reign of Lil' Fame, the drama