Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads the trade alive
know about a 9 to 5
Everybodys just trying to
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, no sweat
Bought a new drop-top Corvette
Now hes keys, making Gs
And all the say wont 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 smoking, Im selling out

Its the City of Dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn 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 broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you a stroke

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

in a coke town, heard it before
Think its all been said, but its so much
Its midnight, slanging rock
Task just hit the block

to make a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, why not?
She lit the and light the crack
Aint giving no bitches no of slack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I dont in a mansion but I drive a Benz
Cut to the and collect my ends
Say, Look here freak, me down
I dont have time to talk now

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

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