Luyện nghe bài hát Dramacide

(featuring The & Kool G. Rap)

G. Rap]
No
The real shit

All ya rap niggas pay
he raps, spit atomics
When verse crash the like a comet
Raise a prophet, make hot lava spit out like
We Vietnam it, scramble ya like an omelette
Spling baby link the bomb it, keep you reek in bondage
A we Allah, then we bomb it
We trom it, it a Terror Squad to dis arm it
We layin with in our palms, two hours longer

Punisher]
Ah shit nigga, you got me momma one of the good boys
Said she got a 400 pound retarted Bronx from the Projects
What nigga you don't want it, cock figga got it
You make me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a bitch
Hold him for ransom, or cut off his tongue in cause he
80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for cheap
A buck 50 even nigga, regulation on the street

{yo and come on

"No man can go me!"

scratchin}

"You don't me"

[Kool G.
Probaly socks soes the trenches
in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches
Death finces left for kid
Made mine behind the barb fences
Crossfire tent
Saw my man blow, bandana tight like Rambo
a slug make the land glow
Niggas screamin for and ammo
Every soldier in your go

[Big
Me and my man Joe got ya
AKA Joey Crack, AK with the mack, my to the pack
I gotta be strapped, 'cause niggas don't know how to act
You don't wanna go the gap, 'cause T-Squad react
we go? thugs and ammo, by a hundred tons of guns and rambos
Just in case you Commando
I'm a Sopranos and Corleones wit they own
And a of morrenos that'll die for me

G. Rap]
Hammers a law the camouflage here to take jars
Put a cap inside ya cap and a four in your sarge
Killas are large, my two pound gauge will sound hard
For every round sabotage, bodies hit the ground

[Big
That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the
Try the jury but it wouldn't work, but it wouldn't merk
He glass, no glass, think yo ass too late, muthafucka
Put a too fast

"Act like you Drama"
"Kool G. Rap"
"Big Pun"
"X-Executioners style"