Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

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

Baseheads the trade alive
know about a 9 to 5
Everybodys just trying to
You a gun, cant use those knives

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

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

See Im hard as hell, no ghetto
You a gun, but the game is real
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 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 a rock and made you have a stroke

Pay cold cash you know, I 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 been said, but its so much
Its like midnight, rock
Task force hit the block

Time to make a move, the got hot
You chase a cop, why not?
She lit the and light the crack
Aint giving no no kind of slack

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

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

In the City of Dope, where the color is
On your neck, and your fingers, and brand new rolls
Enough, said, but my rap end
Its on a one way trip to San

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

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

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

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 joint and smoke that

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

Where you come from, you call it crack
But wherever he went, you see he came back
I tried to the motherfucker, but he dont know
I say to coke, that ho

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

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

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