Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads the trade alive
Nobody know a 9 to 5
Everybodys trying to survive
You need a gun, use those knives

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

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

See Im as hell, no ghetto tale
You a gun, but the game is real
You to stop 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 City of
And every day Im coke
Im never broke, I dont
I sold a rock and you have a stroke

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

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

Time to a move, the spot 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 that 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 dogging the
In the of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free, breaking of loaves

In the City of Dope, 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 trip to San

Like you my friend, nothing new
You want to grind that boat till its way two
You say, its not easy, youre 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, might be world
Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that

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

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

But the tale goes on and years by
Another drug came and the boy got
Ever since that day, he just wasnt the
Where I from, we call it rock cocaine

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

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

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

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