Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I my block move like 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 they 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, I wanna spray shit up

Keep braggin' about your cars I'ma see drama before it
When I roll up hard, you wonder 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 out, your sunroof's out
Now at me droppin' three in your dome two to your mouth
Leave a nigga head blowin' his horn, his signals on
Don't lie before a snitch call cops I'm blocks

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

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

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

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

I don't sound to niggas, niggas runnin' around
Rollercoasting niggas, I make post of
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 why niggas rush the border
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' up just out of love
buy guns in New York, hell naw
I got Cubans send me Cuban cigars for bars

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

When I pop mine, my bullets ignore signs
So when you feel a sensation, know 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 this is for every bad month that daddy to hell
Those wanna be like, shoulda just been Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like

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

You sound like us, get down like us
Make a nigga mom like us, we Ruff Ryde
Till I say enough died, I'ma still bust
Finished with the pound, then I'm startin' with the