Luyện nghe bài hát Dramacide

(featuring The X-Ecutioners & G. Rap)

G. Rap]
No
The drama shit

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

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

{yo and come on

"No man can go me!"

scratchin}

"You stop me"

[Kool G.
socks soes inside the trenches
Closin in for miles to inches, killin the distance, enemy
finces left for kid limus
Made mine the barb wire fences
tent winters
Saw my man blow, bandana tied tight Rambo
Burn a slug the land glow
Niggas screamin for and ammo
soldier in your camp go

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

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

[Big
That's a pound dog bout to get down and put the
Try the jury but it wouldn't work, skit but it merk
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"