Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads the trade alive
Nobody about a 9 to 5
Everybodys just to survive
You need a gun, cant use 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, aint no
a new drop-top white Corvette
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the say wont you please
Take me in the of Dope

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

Its called the City of Dope, be your town
Get a piece of the rock, 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 broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a

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

Life in a coke town, it before
Think its all said, but its so much more
Its midnight, slanging rock
Task just hit the block

Time to a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why
She lit the and light the crack
Aint giving no bitches no kind of

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

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

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

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

Got clout em out, you got bitches
You say youre not fake, but Im 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 by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of
The beatll beating while I say my rhyme
In the City of

Smoking weed, em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act that
Hey was raised in the 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 since that day, he just the same
I come from, we call it rock cocaine

Where you come from, you might call it
But wherever he went, you see he came back
I to tell the motherfucker, but he dont know
I say to coke, that ho

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

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

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