Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

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

See Im as hell, no ghetto tale
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, might be your
Get a piece of the rock, turn your around
So cool, even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip

A resident in the of Dope
And day Im selling coke
Im broke, I dont smoke
I a rock and made you have a stroke

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

Life in a coke town, heard it
Think its all been said, but its so more
Its like midnight, rock
Task force hit the block

Time to a move, the spot got hot
You a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the and light the crack
Aint no bitches no kind of slack

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

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

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

Like you my friend, nothing new
You want to grind boat till its way past two
You say, its not easy, youre so hard
gold tone Zs, not credit 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 beeper and just sell that girl

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

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

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

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

I dont live in a mansion but I a Benz
Cut to the and collect my ends
Say, Look freak, kick 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 freak by freak

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