Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

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

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

Its the City of Dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn life around
So cool, dont trip
You got the sack, get on the tip

A in the City of Dope
And day Im selling coke
Im never broke, I dont
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 come back
Like eym peanut butter top with the candy
All the high school tenders drop down and
In the City of

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the tale goes on and years by
Another came 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 call it crack
But wherever he went, you see he came back
I to tell the motherfucker, but he dont know
I say to coke, Pimp ho

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

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

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