Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

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

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

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

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

See I spit hard I know that's what y'all want
Y'all ain't 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 sound like? dog my voice drown mics
But nigga don't compare, talkin' and come here
You know where I be at, BX and nigga that
I got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga

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

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

I sound close to niggas, niggas runnin' around
Rollercoasting niggas, I post of niggas
When I put the toast to
Let me see y'all niggas run, 'cuz when I float niggas
And deep throat

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

To have 'em smuggle me guns, me drugs
Fuckin' with thugs, cuttin' niggas up just out of
buy guns in New York, hell 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 so y'all could 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 ignore stop signs
So when you feel a burnin' sensation, it's clock time
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 month that sent to hell
Those that be like, shoulda just been Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we do it like Nike

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

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, I'm startin' with the nine