Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

City of Dope, I it Oak
be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered
Fresh and all that dope

Baseheads keep the trade
know about a 9 to 5
Everybodys just trying to
You a gun, cant use those knives

You got a bullet, well pull it
And if you trip, get
By a psychomaniac in his head
Wanna be a gangster, now hes

His took over, aint no sweat
a new drop-top white Corvette
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the girls say wont you
me in the City of Dope

See Im hard as hell, no ghetto
You a gun, but the game is real
You want to my money, how?
You smoking, Im selling out

Its called the City of Dope, be your town
Get a piece of the rock, your life around
So cool, even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip

A resident in the City of
And every day Im selling
Im broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you a stroke

Pay cold cash you know, I wont Bruno
Ill hit you with my gat and then I come back
Like eym peanut butter top with the paint
All the high school tenders down and faint
In the of Dope

Life in a coke town, heard it
Think its all been said, but its so more
Its midnight, slanging rock
force just hit the block

Time to make a move, the got hot
You chase a cop, why not?
She lit the match and light the
Aint giving no bitches no kind of

Or if youre the game, youre thinking the same
Goddamn that cocaine
Ive a lot of my friends go off that pipe
And every night coke thats white

So you get up, man, there you go
You and that pipe just dogging the
In the of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, breaking millions of

In the City of Dope, where the color is
On your neck, and your fingers, and brand new rolls
Enough, said, but my rap end
Its on a one way trip to San

you my friend, aint nothing new
You want to grind boat till its way past two
You say, its not easy, that youre so
Sporting gold Zs, not credit cards

Got clout em out, you got bitches
You say not fake, but Im telling you this is
The City of Dope, might be world
Get a beeper homeboy and just that girl

Im from the town the City of Dope
It couldnt be by John the Pope
So go on, live your of crime
The beatll keep beating I say my rhyme
In the City of

weed, rolling em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act like
Hey was raised in the ghetto and the need
To roll a fat joint and that weed

But the tale on and years went by
Another drug came and the boy got
Ever since that day, he just the same
I come from, we call it rock cocaine

Where you come from, you call it crack
But he went, you see he never came back
I tried to the motherfucker, but he dont know
I say to coke, that ho

I dont live in a mansion but I a Benz
Cut to the and collect my ends
Say, Look here freak, kick me
I dont have time to right now

Got to go to, my hoe
And get down, a little more
right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by

There you see me, there you
You will I, or wont
Is it yes, is it no?
But does it really you freaky hoe?
In the City of