Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads keep the trade
Nobody know a 9 to 5
Everybodys just to survive
You need a gun, cant use those

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

His took over, aint no sweat
Bought a new white Corvette
Now hes keys, making Gs
And all the say wont you please
me in the City of Dope

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

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

A resident in the City of
And every day Im coke
Im never broke, I smoke
I sold a and made you have a stroke

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

Life in a coke town, heard it
Think its all said, but its so much more
Its like midnight, slanging
Task just hit the block

Time to 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 youre playing the game, youre the same
Goddamn that cocaine
Ive seen a lot of my friends go off that
And every night smoke coke white

So when you get up, man, you go
You and that just 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 color is
On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new
Enough, said, but my rap end
Its on a one way to San Quentin

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

Got clout turn em out, you got
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 the City of Dope
It couldnt be by John the Pope
So go on, live life of crime
The beatll beating while I say my rhyme
In the of Dope

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

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

Where you come from, you might call it
But wherever he went, you see he never 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 turf and my ends
Say, Look here freak, 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 freak by freak

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