Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

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

Nigga A G eighth, jail I can't see me in
A year's too long it's only shorter you got in
I run with niggas on the run 25
only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up

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

I see your Lex duped out, sunroof's out
Now look at me three in your dome two to your mouth
Leave a nigga blowin' his horn, with his signals on
lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks

See I hard 'cuz I know that's what y'all want
Y'all ain't said it first, I'm droppin' a odor out my trunk
Now what the is that, you smell that?
All you see is a shoelace up from the back

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

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

You don't sound like us, get down 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 to niggas, niggas runnin' around
Rollercoasting niggas, I post of niggas
I put the toast to niggas
Let me see y'all niggas run, 'cuz when I tote niggas
And deep niggas

Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a
I'm the real reason why rush the border
They don't plea they freedom, they just wanna see him
So I can words to tease '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 send me Cuban cigars for these bars

So fuck 'cuz all I could tell y'all the rest is no tax
I'm so y'all could never be no macks
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 stop
So when you feel a burnin' sensation, know it's time
You like 2 to 6, or 3 to 9
9 to 12 and that, ain't nothin' but shells

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

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

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