Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block move like earthquakes, call me Sandman
'Cuz I smoke this up, I got coke to cut
Leavin' niggas so up, they chokin' off they throw up
even see straight, leanin' like they need V8

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

Keep braggin' about your 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
With holes, like the bullets was damn near

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

See I spit hard 'cuz I know what y'all want
Y'all ain't said it first, I'm droppin' with a odor out my
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 like? C'mon dog my voice mics
But nigga don't compare, stop and come here
You know where I be at, BX and nigga bring
I got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga

Ryder nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged with bullets, then marry the ground
Drag on the fire 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 us, we Ruff Ryde
I say enough died, I'ma still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm with the nine

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

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

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

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

When I pop mine, my ignore stop 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, 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 wanna be like, shoulda 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, then marry the
Drag dash on the fire is
We don't talk guns, we will pop our steel

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