Luyện nghe bài hát Drama

["so much in the..." -- snoop doggy dogg]
one: ras kass

No disrespect to the sex
But I ain't flexed punani yet worth my royalty checks
Men be trying to get laid, women be to get paid
So, somebody get played... {right}
Now you I'm runnin game and still let us run the train
Pulling braids, it wasn't me, it was the fame
Let a complain about disrespecting my african queen
Ass out them daisy dukes jeans, jockin
I love civilization
Wants to know my occupation location and means of transportation
The correct unlocked your placenta
I got a cellular phone with a antenna
On a three story house, a four door ac
Favorite song of all mobb deep's "hit it from the back"
Then jet, I turn a bitch into my
She know my name cause I got more than sega cd

Chorus: coolio, ras

You it's drama, but it sound real good (3x)
You the game, and you still ended up on your back
You it's drama, but it sound real good (3x)
You the game, and you still ended up on your back

Verse ras kass

I try u.n.i.t.y. but
Cause when I was lackin, bitches me want to roll over and die
So now I lie, cause bitches are flies {why? }
They to the best shit {oh!}
You gotta play max julian's role unless you on being celibate
Cause bitches want the money clip and whatever dick that with it
{the bitch} saw me in the lex and didn't know it came avis
Now she's on the tip like my was john davis
And I'm knowin what she thinks }
I'ma sweep her off her feet because I the hoe a drink
Bitch, haha yeah I'm nice, got a two o'clock flight to atlanta
{tomorrow} so we can kick it {tonight}
Right there I knew my dick was getting
Cause I into this bitch's cinderella complex
Whatever you to hear, I can say
Forget the bitch the next day, replay

Verse three:

Yo ras, let me talk about bitches for a minute
But let's get it straight, I say the word bitch
I don't mean all
Cause hookers come a dime a dozen if you they wasn't
You can hit this hoe today, and tomorrow you can hit her
Or her mama, you gots to drama
flash some currency and go up in her auntie!
I'm bout the skanless type loc
You know the that seem to like the taste of swipe
it
When it to saving hoes coolio ain't in it
Don't call me captain, general, sergeant, or
ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
I the bitch my autograph, and she gave me some ass
But as soon as the hoe tried to get in my
I shot her ass from me *schch* like a skyrocket
it from a g, period, no comma, to keep these hookers
On they toes... you know the