Luyện nghe bài hát Drag Shit

I make my block like earthquakes, they call me Sandman
'Cuz while I smoke this up, I got to cut
Leavin' niggas so doped up, chokin' off they throw up
even see straight, leanin' like they need V8

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

Keep braggin' about cars I'ma see drama before it happens
When I up hard, you wonder what the fuck cab I'm in
I can pop up and peel back and all I can promise is peel caps
With holes, like the bullets was 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, with his on
lie before a snitch call cops I'm fall blocks

See I spit hard 'cuz I know 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 teared up from the back

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

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

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

I don't close to niggas, niggas runnin' around
Rollercoasting niggas, I post of niggas
I put the toast to niggas
Let me see niggas run, 'cuz when I tote float niggas
And deep throat

Spit flame, of a dime, drop 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 to tease 'em, and mislead 'em

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

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

When I pop mine, my bullets ignore stop
So when you feel a burnin' sensation, know it's clock
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 daddy sent to hell
Those that wanna be like, shoulda just Mike
And when you see me in the streets, we could do it like

Ruff nigga, carry the pound
Get engaged 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 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