Luyện nghe bài hát Call Me Drag-On - Drag-On

[Funk
Ah this shit is right here
Be baby! Drag-On, Ruff Ryders
Shout out to Ray
New York City are you ready?!!

We gon trees like them legalize it
a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die quick
Seen? as it's Funkmaster Flex
Me don't care if me flunk or pass the
The pump will take a out ya chest
Or rip out ya vest, which blood clot fi
Read my files
They say I call my nine my fouls
hand check us now
Chicks hand us now
why niggas like fuck us now
I tell a it's not likely that my four is missin
So just lay and audition for your mortician
Make you that cash up
I'll get all twenty of X to get up at ya
Trust me them pits'll ya
you spit up ketchup, extra
Layin right to
Somebody doorstep messed up, up
this shit I was a rapper
'cause while my was masked up
Y'all niggas was 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 in the eyes of men die
You can see fuck with fire all the men fry
Seen? Ain't right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
Show 'em how them twenties look washed and Armor
I dicks to chicks that make them give they mom a call
Cause I always stand like my brain was in my balls
Look, what the clot, love the chicks that ???
Wanna see me on they can't be seriously
The last nigga that me my name I gave him a blunt
And told him Drag-On and it on
I'm 140 so I my gun sporty
Switch 'em like a pair of and never wear 'em again
Me killin batty bwoy, him a ??? from a dred naughty boy
You don't run wit the shotty boy
It's not a
Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ryder
In the BX pumpin' a lot of

Flex]
Blounce DJ Twin, Rockwilder
Shut ya face
Y'all mean to me!
ain't got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean?
Be clear! I'm the king of shit right here nigga!
Fix fuckin face!
Matter fact peel your pocket, BITCH!