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' like need V8

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

Keep braggin' about cars I'ma see drama before it happens
I roll 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, the bullets was damn near pose

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

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

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

Ruff Ryder nigga, the pound
Get engaged with these bullets, then the ground
Drag dash on the fire is
We don't talk about guns, we 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, still bust mine
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' with the

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

Spit flame, drop of a dime, drop of a
I'm the reason why niggas rush the border
They don't plea they freedom, they just wanna see him
So I can speak words to tease 'em, and 'em

To have 'em smuggle me guns, smuggle me
with thugs, cuttin' niggas up just out of love
Drag buy in New York, hell naw
I got Cubans send me Cuban 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
nigga 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, it's clock time
You know 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 bad month that daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, just been Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we could do it Nike

Ryder nigga, carry the pound
Get with 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 like us, get down us
Make a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff
Till I say enough died, I'ma still bust
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' with the