Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my move like earthquakes, they 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 year's too long it's only 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 about your cars I'ma see drama before it happens
When I roll up hard, you what the fuck cab I'm in
'Cuz I can pop up and peel and all I can promise is peel caps
With holes, like the bullets was damn near

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

See I hard 'cuz 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 is that, you smell that?
All you see is a teared up from the back

Like I'm a AC
And who I like? C'mon 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 got mine, the only difference I pop mine nigga

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

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

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

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

To have 'em me guns, smuggle me drugs
Fuckin' with thugs, niggas up just out of love
Drag buy 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 so y'all could never be no macks
Last nigga touched that get his skin back
Came in in all white, out in all black

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

Pick 'em up, 'em right at myself
Tell a kid this is for every bad month that daddy sent to
that wanna be like, shoulda 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 marry the
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
a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, still bust mine
Finished the pound, then I'm startin' with the nine