Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me
'Cuz I smoke this up, I got coke to cut
Leavin' niggas so doped up, chokin' off they throw up
Can't see straight, leanin' like they need V8

Nigga call A G eighth, jail I see me in
A year's too long it's shorter you got three in
I run niggas on the run from 25
only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up

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

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

See I spit hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So fuck y'all 'cuz all I could 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
in in all white, left out in all black

When I pop mine, my bullets ignore signs
So when you a burnin' sensation, know it's clock time
You know 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, nothin' but shells

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

Ruff Ryder nigga, the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, then the ground
Drag dash on the is real
We don't talk about guns, we pop our steel

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