Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me
'Cuz while I this up, I got coke 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 heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up

braggin' about your 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 is peel caps
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 your
Leave a nigga head blowin' his horn, with his on
Don't lie before a snitch cops I'm fall blocks

See I spit hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all
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 shoelace teared up the back

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

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

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

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

flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the real reason why niggas the border
don't plea 'bout they freedom, they just 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
buy guns in New York, hell naw
I got Cubans send me cigars for these bars

So fuck y'all 'cuz all I tell y'all the rest is no tax
I'm fire so y'all could be no macks
nigga touched that couldn't get his skin back
Came in in all white, out in all black

When I pop mine, my ignore stop signs
So when you a burnin' sensation, know it's clock 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 at myself
Tell a kid this is for bad month that daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda just 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 marry the
Drag dash on the fire is
We talk about guns, we will pop our steel

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