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

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

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

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

See I spit hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all
Y'all said it first, I'm droppin' with a odor out my trunk
Now what the hell is that, you that?
All you see is a teared up from the back

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

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

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

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

flame, drop of a dime, drop of a quarter
I'm the reason why niggas rush the border
They don't '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' with thugs, cuttin' niggas up out of love
buy guns in New York, hell naw
I got send me Cuban cigars for these bars

So fuck y'all 'cuz all I could tell y'all the is no tax
I'm fire so y'all never be no macks
Last touched that couldn't get his skin back
Came in in all white, left out in all

I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop signs
So when you feel a burnin' sensation, know it's time
You know 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and under that, ain't but shells

Pick 'em up, '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 you see me in the streets, we could do it like Nike

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

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