Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

His brother over, aint no sweat
a new drop-top 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 play a gun, but the game is
You want to 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 life
So cool, dont even
You got the sack, get on the tip

A resident in the City of
And every day Im coke
Im broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a

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

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 make a move, the got hot
You a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the and light the crack
Aint giving no bitches no of slack

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

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

In the of Dope, where the color is gold
On neck, and your fingers, and your brand 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 turn em out, you got bitches
You say youre not fake, but Im you this is
The City of Dope, be your world
Get a beeper homeboy and just sell girl

Im the town called 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 City of

weed, rolling em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act that
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 drug and the boy got high
Ever that day, he just wasnt the same
Where I come from, we call it cocaine

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

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

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

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 City of