Luyện nghe bài hát Dramacide

(featuring The & Kool G. Rap)

G. Rap]
No
The real shit

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

[Big
Ah shit nigga, you got me started momma one of the boys
Said she got a 400 pound Bronx nigga from the Projects
What nigga you don't it, cock figga figga got it
You me sick, fuckin wit Pun, youse a crazy bitch
Hold him for ransom, or cut off his in cause he itchin
80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for cheap
A buck 50 nigga, that's regulation on the street

{yo and come on

"No man can go me!"

{more

"You don't me"

[Kool G.
Probaly soes inside the trenches
Closin in for to inches, killin the distance, enemy flinches
Death finces left for kid
Made mine behind the barb fences
Crossfire winters
Saw my man blow, tied tight like Rambo
Burn a slug the land glow
Niggas screamin for and ammo
Every in your camp go

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

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

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

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