Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

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

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

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

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

See I hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all want
Y'all ain't said it first, I'm with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you smell
All you see is a teared up from the back

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

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

You don't sound like us, get like us
Make a nigga mom frown us, we Ruff Ryde
I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm with 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 run, 'cuz when I tote float niggas
And deep throat

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

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

So fuck y'all 'cuz all I could tell the rest is no tax
I'm fire so y'all could be no macks
Last nigga touched that get his skin back
Came in in all white, out in all black

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

Pick 'em up, throw 'em at myself
Tell a kid this is for every bad month that 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, carry the
Get engaged with bullets, then marry the ground
Drag dash on the fire is
We don't talk about guns, we will pop our

You sound like us, get down like us
a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' with the