Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block move like earthquakes, they call me
'Cuz while I this up, I got coke to cut
niggas so doped up, they chokin' off they throw up
Can't 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 heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray up

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

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

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

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 I be at, BX and nigga bring that
I already got mine, the only I pop mine nigga

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

You don't sound like us, get like us
a nigga mom frown like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, I'ma still 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 throat niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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