Представляем точный текст композиции "Drama" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Da Beatminerz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Drama» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Da Beatminerz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Da Beatminerz - "Drama"
Lyrics to Drama : (feat. Shades of Brooklyn) [Wild Son talking] Yea yea Wild Son, Wilson Ave Shades of Brooklyn motherfuckers Beatminerz, check this shit out here Check it.. [Wild Son] Columbus thought the earth was flat I copped the map, to navigate on track Reprocussions dont buy Black - false allegations I rush through nations like some Haitians Since my incubation I been destined for this paper Timbs scraper, fly shape up, got my weight up Laugh at haters, smack em now, kill em later Small Soldiers, action figures in motion pictures You read off scripts, and for the feds gave tips Icebergs sank ships, Shades load up clips Cock back the four-fifths then continue to spit {*two gunshots*} Blow ya neck off, ya specs lost, respect black to the boss Get those hands chopped off, for thinkin Im soft Im quite well of course - many feet with this rhyme technique Beat off the heat with an ear to the streets nigga Word life motherfucker Wilson Ave, handcock, Wild Son motherfuckers [Wilson Ave] Now you know what type of shit Im on I feed on the broke, the poor, and the weak-n-sore I defeated all these tribes and the gangs Im that number one killa, DRAMA! [Wild Son] Yall niggas cant fuck with this Black mongol slave, Pastor Gray, low cs and no feds, its time to get paid Hold the hand grenade with the pin in my mouth - issued army So when you come to get me kill off everybody Escaped from a trapped room, my hood is Beirut The buds recruit, while all the guards, crackers was true Good health and wealth, for cheddar cheese as green as dough melt Some cried some died from the pain thats felt Why fight' Why fuss' Thats what the want from us But if its love thats lost, then theres no more trust With that fake love, that cause to get your brain straight plugged Gun held snubbed, seen your fams and gave em a hug Did I see you' Nah, I wouldnt wanna be em Sort as wounds treat em - deep in foundation Best believe thats how I leave em [Wilson Ave] Aint no cure for this - what I suffer from is mentally I got drama with one, drama with these hoes Shit I even got drama with this finger And Ima damn sure die with it, forever havin drama Since birth Ive seen it everywhere New York, Houston, St. Louis, even Kansas City What chall know about that [Wild Son] Competition, there is none, fuck with Black and get done Pack guns, gat-lers, rockin all the latest fashions You gotta love me, for being young, black, and hungry Considered ugly, but since this money wanted to plug me I keep it humble, speak to myself so call me Mumbles Move some Buddus, until the deez rush through Or maybe touch you, cats wanted two from the crew This shit is tense, you out the fence, you even lost one shoe Ran a marathon even though the cops ass won Shit was on, rapper we get it be gone Meet you at the stash crib, twelve blocks from where you live Dont say shit, even turn your wife and your kids Daddys on the run now, all alone with low reprise No cries now, the way a real nigga gets down Facin death, stealin somebodys lifes called theft Black knows best, this even gos for the opposite sex No regrets, I did what I did, ah from the whip Kids think sick, pack big shit, extended clips Motherfuckers, yea yea Get it all, bring it on what [Wilson Ave] Theres three types of drama One that gives drama, one that recieves drama And one that watches drama Sometimes the outcome you wouldnt believe Dont sit there and front like you never felt it Maybe just that the wrong nigga sent it So when you find yourself afraid, frightened Fearin for your life, pray Im not after you DRAMA! [Wild Son] Motherfucker, Shades of Brooklyn Ya get caught, getcha motherfuckin life tooken Bitch ass niggas, Wild Son, Wilson Ave You handcock homo, we hand water and rocks nigga Sharper Side on the beats, ya heard Serious up in here... [ Drama Lyrics ]
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