Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

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

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

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

A in the City of Dope
And day Im selling coke
Im broke, I dont smoke
I a rock and made you have a stroke

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

Life in a coke town, it before
Think its all said, but its so much 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 the game, youre thinking the same
Goddamn that cocaine
Ive seen a lot of my friends go off that
And every night smoke thats white

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

In the City of Dope, where the is gold
On neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls
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 till its way past two
You say, its not easy, that youre so
Sporting gold tone Zs, not credit

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

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

Smoking weed, 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 just wasnt the
Where I from, we call it rock cocaine

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

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

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

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