Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

His brother took over, aint no
Bought a new white Corvette
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the girls say wont you
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 the City of Dope, might be your town
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 every day Im coke
Im never broke, I smoke
I sold a 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 high tenders drop 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, rock
Task just 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 giving no bitches no of slack

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

So when you get up, man, you go
You and that pipe dogging the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the goes
Want to be like free, breaking 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 want to grind that till its way past two
You say, its not easy, that so hard
Sporting tone Zs, not credit cards

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

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

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

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

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

I dont live in a but I drive 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 left, down the street
paid freak by freak

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