Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

His brother took over, no sweat
Bought a new drop-top white
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the say wont you please
Take me in the City of

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

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

A resident in the City of
And day Im selling coke
Im never broke, I dont
I sold a rock and made you a stroke

Pay cold you know, I wont need Bruno
Ill hit you my gat and then I wont come back
Like eym 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 much
Its like midnight, slanging
Task just hit the block

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

Or if youre playing the game, youre the same
Goddamn that rock
Ive a lot of my friends go off that pipe
And night smoke coke thats white

So you get up, man, there you go
You and that just dogging the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the story
to be like free, breaking 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 trip to San

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

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

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

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

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

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

I live in a mansion 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, down the
Getting paid freak by

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