Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads keep the alive
Nobody about a 9 to 5
Everybodys trying to survive
You need a gun, use those knives

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

His brother took over, aint no
a new drop-top white Corvette
Now hes keys, making Gs
And all the say wont you please
Take me in the of Dope

See Im hard as hell, no ghetto
You play a gun, but the is real
You want to stop my money,
You keep smoking, Im out

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

A resident in the of Dope
And day Im selling coke
Im broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a

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

in a coke town, heard it before
Think its all been said, but its so more
Its like midnight, slanging
Task force just hit the

to make a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why
She lit the match and the crack
Aint giving no bitches no kind of

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

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

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

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

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

Im from the town called the City of
It couldnt be saved by John the
So go on, your life of crime
The beatll keep while I say my rhyme
In the of Dope

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

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

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

I dont in a mansion but I drive a Benz
Cut to the turf and my ends
Say, here freak, kick me down
I dont time to talk right now

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

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