Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads keep the alive
know about a 9 to 5
Everybodys just to survive
You need a gun, use those knives

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

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

See Im as hell, no ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is
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 every day Im selling
Im broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a

Pay cold cash you know, I wont Bruno
Ill hit you with my gat and then I come back
Like eym peanut butter top with the candy
All the high school tenders 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, slanging
Task force just hit the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the goes 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

Where you from, you might call it crack
But wherever he went, you see he never back
I to tell 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 turf and my ends
Say, here freak, kick me down
I dont have time to right now

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

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