Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

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

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

Keep braggin' about cars I'ma see drama before it happens
I roll 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 damn near

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

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

I'm fishtailin' a AC
And who I like? C'mon dog my voice drown mics
But nigga compare, stop talkin' and come here
You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring
I already got mine, the only difference I pop nigga

Ruff Ryder nigga, the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, then marry the
dash on the fire is real
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, I'ma still mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm with the nine

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

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

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

So y'all 'cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
I'm fire so y'all could never be no
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 feel a burnin' sensation, know it's time
You like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, ain't nothin' but

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

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

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