Luyện nghe bài hát Call Me Drag-On

[Funk
Ah shit is ugly right here
Be clear baby! Drag-On, Ruff
out to Uncle Ray
New York are you fuckin ready?!!

We gon smoke trees like them it
a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick
Seen? as it's Funkmaster Flex
Me don't care if me or pass the test
The pump will a chunk out ya chest
Or rip out ya vest, blood clot fi test
Read my files
They say I call my nine my tech-nical
hand check us now
Chicks hand us now
That's why niggas like us now
I tell a it's not likely that my four is missin
So just lay down and for your mortician
you give that cash up
I'll get all twenty of X to get up at ya
me them pits'll catch ya
Make you spit up ketchup,
right next to
Somebody doorstep up, chest up
Before shit I was a rapper
'cause while my face was up
Y'all was wrapped up, act up!

D-R-A-G O-N
Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin {*both lines

(Who Dat, Who Dat, How we ride)

You can see the tears in the of men die
You can see them fuck with all the men fry
Ain't that right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Alled
I give dicks to chicks that make give they mom a call
I always stand tall like my brain was in my balls
Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks ???
Wanna see me on they can't be seriously
The last nigga that asked me my name I him a blunt
And told him Drag-On and it on
I'm 140 so I wear my gun