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 the trade alive
know about a 9 to 5
Everybodys just to survive
You need a gun, cant use those

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

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

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

Its called the of Dope, might be your town
Get a of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, dont even
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 a rock and made you have a stroke

Pay cash 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 school tenders drop down and faint
In the City of

Life in a coke town, 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 a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the match and light the
Aint giving no bitches no of slack

Or if playing the game, youre thinking the same
Goddamn that rock
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 just dogging the hoes
In the of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, millions of loaves

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

Like you my friend, aint new
You to grind that boat till its way past 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 beeper homeboy and just that girl

Im from the town the City of Dope
It couldnt be saved by John the
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 in the ghetto and felt the need
To roll a fat joint and that weed

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

Where you come from, you call it crack
But he went, you see he never came back
I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he know
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, me down
I dont time to talk right now

Got to go to, my hoe
And get kicked down, a little
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 matter you hoe?
In the of Dope