Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block move earthquakes, they call me Sandman
'Cuz while I smoke this up, I got to cut
Leavin' niggas so doped up, chokin' off they throw up
even see straight, leanin' like they need V8

Nigga call A G eighth, I can't see me in
A year's too long it's only you got three in
I run with niggas on the run 25
Y'all only heard me for 18 months, I wanna spray shit up

Keep braggin' about your cars I'ma see drama before it
When I up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I'm in
'Cuz I can pop up and peel and all I can promise is peel caps
With holes, like the was damn near pose

I see Lex duped out, your sunroof's out
Now look at me droppin' in your dome two to your mouth
a nigga head blowin' his horn, with his signals on
Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall

See I hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all want
Y'all said it first, I'm droppin' with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you smell
All you see is a shoelace teared up the back

Like I'm a AC
And who I like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics
But nigga don't compare, stop and come here
You where I be at, BX and nigga bring that
I already got mine, the only difference I pop mine

Ruff nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, marry the ground
Drag dash on the fire is
We talk about guns, we will pop our steel

You don't sound like us, get like us
Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff
I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, I'm startin' with the nine

I don't sound close to niggas, runnin' around
Rollercoasting niggas, I make of niggas
When I put the toast to
Let me see y'all niggas run, 'cuz when I float niggas
And deep throat

Spit flame, of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the real reason why rush the border
They don't 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
So I can speak words to tease 'em, and 'em

To have 'em me guns, smuggle me drugs
Fuckin' with thugs, cuttin' niggas up out of love
Drag buy guns in New York, naw
I got Cubans send me cigars for these bars

So y'all 'cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
I'm fire so y'all never be no macks
Last nigga that couldn't get his skin back
Came in in all white, left out in all

I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
So when you feel a burnin' sensation, know it's clock
You know 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, ain't nothin' but

'em up, throw 'em right at myself
Tell a kid this is for every bad that daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda been Mike
And you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike

Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the
Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the
Drag dash on the fire is
We don't talk about guns, we will pop our

You don't sound us, get down like us
Make a nigga mom like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' the nine