Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

His brother over, aint no sweat
Bought a new drop-top Corvette
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the say wont you please
me in the City of Dope

See Im as hell, no ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is
You to stop my money, how?
You smoking, Im selling 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 selling
Im broke, I dont smoke
I sold a rock and you have a stroke

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

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

to make a move, the spot got hot
You a cop, homeboy why not?
She lit the match and light the
Aint giving no no kind of slack

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

So you get up, man, there you go
You and that pipe just the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the 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 new rolls
Enough, said, but my rap end
Its on a one way to San Quentin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got to go to, my hoe
And get down, a little more
right left, down the street
Getting 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 freaky
In the of Dope