Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

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

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

Keep about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens
When I up hard, you wonder what 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 your Lex duped out, your out
Now look at me droppin' in your dome two to your mouth
Leave a 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 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 from the

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

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

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

I don't sound close to niggas, niggas around
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 reason 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 have 'em smuggle me guns, 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 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 touched 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 clock
You know 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, nothin' but shells

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

Ruff Ryder nigga, carry the
Get engaged with these bullets, then the ground
Drag dash on the is real
We talk about guns, we will pop our steel

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