Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

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

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

His brother took over, no sweat
Bought a new drop-top Corvette
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 play a gun, but the is real
You want to my money, how?
You keep smoking, Im out

Its called the City of Dope, be your town
Get a piece of the rock, your life around
So cool, dont 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 a rock and made you have a stroke

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

Life in a town, heard it before
Think its all been said, but its so much
Its like midnight, slanging
Task force just hit the

to make a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why
She lit the match and light the
Aint giving no no kind of slack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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