Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block move earthquakes, they call me Sandman
'Cuz while I smoke 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 call A G eighth, I can't see me in
A year's too long only shorter you got three in
I run with on the run from 25
Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I spray shit up

Keep braggin' about your cars I'ma see drama it happens
When I roll up hard, you 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 was damn near pose

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

See I spit hard I know that's what y'all want
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 shoelace teared up from the

I'm fishtailin' a AC
And who I sound like? C'mon dog my voice mics
But nigga don't compare, talkin' and come here
You know I be at, BX and nigga bring that
I got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga

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

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

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

Spit flame, drop of a dime, 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 have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me
Fuckin' with thugs, cuttin' up just out of love
Drag buy guns in New York, naw
I got Cubans send me Cuban cigars for bars

So fuck y'all 'cuz all I could tell y'all the is no tax
I'm fire so y'all could be no macks
Last nigga touched that couldn't get his skin
Came in in all white, out in all black

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

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

Ryder nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged these bullets, then marry the ground
Drag on the fire is real
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, I'm startin' with the nine