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

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

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

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