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

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

We gon smoke trees like legalize it
Here's a pipe quick, pinch a inch or die
Long as it's Funkmaster Flex
Me don't if me flunk or pass the test
The pump take a chunk out ya chest
Or rip out ya vest, which blood fi test
Read my basketball
They say I my nine my tech-nical fouls
hand check us now
Chicks fuck us now
That's why niggas fuck us now
I tell a nigga it's not likely my four is missin
So just lay down and audition for mortician
you give that cash up
I'll get all of X dogs to get up at ya
Trust me pits'll catch ya
Make you spit up ketchup,
right next to
Somebody messed up, chest up
Before shit I was a rapper
'cause while my was masked up
niggas was wrapped up, act up!

D-R-A-G O-N
Call me Drag-On I'm hot scorchin lines 4X*}

(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
Seen? Ain't right Flex, go head dawg show 'em off
Show 'em how them twenties washed and Armor Alled
I give dicks to chicks that make them they mom a call
Cause I always stand tall like my brain was in my
Look, what the blood clot, love the chicks ???
Wanna see me on they period be seriously
The last nigga asked me my name I gave him a blunt
And told him Drag-On and it on
I'm 140 so I wear my gun
Switch 'em a pair of Timbs and never wear 'em again
Me killin batty bwoy, make him a ??? from a naughty boy
You run around wit the shotty boy
not a cause
Let me see, when they comin who can stop a Ruff
In the BX a lot of noise

Flex]
Blounce DJ Twin, Rockwilder
Shut ya fuckin
Y'all nothin to me!
Y'all got it the way I fuckin got it, yknahmean?
Be clear! I'm the of this shit right here nigga!
Fix fuckin face!
Matter fact peel fuckin pocket, BITCH!