Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

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

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

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

A in the City of Dope
And every day Im selling
Im never broke, I dont
I sold a and made you have a stroke

Pay cold cash you know, I wont Bruno
Ill hit you my gat and then I wont 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
Task force just hit the

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

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

So when you get up, man, you go
You and that just dogging the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the story
Want to be free, breaking millions of loaves

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

Like you my friend, aint new
You want to grind boat till its way past two
You say, its not easy, that youre so
gold tone Zs, not credit cards

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

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

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

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

Where you come from, you might call it
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 live in a mansion but I drive a Benz
Cut to the and collect my ends
Say, Look here freak, kick me
I have time to talk right now

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

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