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
Everybodys trying 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 buying keys, Gs
And all the girls say wont you
me in the City of Dope

See Im hard as hell, no 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, 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 smoke
I sold a rock and you have a stroke

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like you my friend, aint new
You want to grind that till its way past two
You say, its not easy, that so hard
Sporting gold tone Zs, not credit

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

Im from the town called the City of
It couldnt be saved by the Pope
So go on, your life of crime
The keep beating while I say my rhyme
In the of Dope

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

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

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

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

Got to go to, my hoe
And get kicked down, a little
right left, down the street
Getting freak by freak

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