Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

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

Nigga call A G eighth, I can't see me in
A year's too long it's only shorter you got in
I run niggas on the run from 25
Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I 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 back and all I can promise is peel caps
With holes, like the bullets was near pose

I see your Lex out, your sunroof's out
Now look at me droppin' three in your dome two to your
Leave a nigga head 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 up from the back

Like I'm a AC
And who I sound 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 I pop mine nigga

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

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

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

Spit flame, of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the real reason why niggas the border
They plea 'bout they freedom, they just wanna see him
So I can words to tease 'em, and mislead 'em

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

So fuck '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
Came in in all white, out in all black

When I pop mine, my bullets ignore 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 that, ain't nothin' but shells

'em up, throw 'em right 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 Nike

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

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