Luyện nghe bài hát Coke Dealers

[ 1 ]
Now.. I from the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold down
Young brothers my age dollars so long
Drive a brand new with a cellular phone
See him draped in gold, we him Big Bank Bob
Got a for each finger and he can't get a job
him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak
But what you in a year he might make in a week
Cold money is the answer to life
Feedin fat hovers to a pipe
Gotta rollin, just can't stop
Only two worries are a or the cops
People keep it's all so wrong
But the rocks strong all night long
Another Street life, the age old story
And now the dealers take all the glory
They're the ones you meet big on the street
I say the dealers are now the elite
See, the dopehouse will take your soul
Trade it for a rock and do the same with your
But if you think about it it all sounds silly
Smoked out Willie in his washed off
up shop down the block
And everybody's tryin to get a piece of rock

Coke
Big time,

[ 2 ]
the demon, it knows you well
Sellin you a trip to a called hell
You never even thought you'd get
in the mirror, scared to look
You about life and think it's cold
Like drivin with a ???? down a road
Now the rock man is your friend
The only one you talk to time and
You even tried dealin, but no fun
Before you made a it was in your lungs
So the dealer now lives on your life
Like a four year marriage the man's wife
You can hate it with a passion, but you fuss
He's the of a Caddy and you're ridin the bus
You it's not fair, I tell you it is
Cause he bought and you bought his
Bought his cars, his clothes, and he the coke
Now he looks good and you smoked
It doesn't take to realize
All you gotta do is just open eyes
You're cold pimped by a rock in some glass
What's it gonna take before you fall on your
Bankrupt, smoked out, simply through
street walkin with a hole in your shoe

Coke
Big time,

[ 3 ]
I once had a homeboy rollin
Sold coke all day and all long
He made a lotta money and bought a stuff
But soon he went broke and it didn't take
First he smokin, and all that he figured
Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got
But my homie thought wrong cause he could be
The vice rolled and the boy got popped
He was out on bail before he made it to
Wasn't about to do time he's doin so well
Say he had a lotta money and some real friends
But he was almost broke when he again
So he got on his grind, he wasn't a day
Opened up shop and started the weight
He thought about the boys he could not pay
So he hustled by himself thinkin that's
But one night he was chillin with a freak Carol
His door was kicked in and he was starin at a
The brother with the gun saw him on the base
Walked up and put the Uzi in his face
He said, "Give up the dope if you wanna breathe
I tell you one time, you listen to me"
As my homie got he lost the fight
And now he's just a smoker probably tonight

Coke
Yeah, I'm big time,

COKE!

Coke
Big time,

dealers
Big time,

The of Dope


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