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

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

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

His took over, aint no sweat
Bought a new drop-top Corvette
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the girls say wont you
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 smoking, Im selling out

Its called the City of Dope, be your town
Get a piece of the rock, your life around
So cool, dont trip
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 you have a stroke

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

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

Time to a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why
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 smoke coke thats white

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

In the of Dope, where 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 to San Quentin

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

Got clout turn em out, you got
You say youre not fake, but Im telling you 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 by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of
The beatll keep beating while I say my
In the City of

weed, rolling 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 smoke that

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

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

I dont live in a but I drive a Benz
Cut to the turf and collect my
Say, Look here freak, kick me
I dont have time to talk now

Got to go to, my hoe
And get down, a little more
Left right left, the street
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 matter you hoe?
In the of Dope