Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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, aint no
Bought a new white Corvette
Now hes keys, making Gs
And all the girls say wont you
me in the City of Dope

See Im hard as hell, no tale
You a gun, but the game is real
You want to my money, how?
You smoking, Im selling out

Its called the City of Dope, might be your
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 of Dope
And day Im selling coke
Im broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a

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

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

to make 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 playing the game, youre thinking the same
Goddamn that cocaine
Ive seen a lot of my friends go off pipe
And every night coke thats white

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

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 to San Quentin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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