Luyện nghe bài hát Coke Dealers

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

dealers
Big time,

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the demon, it knows you well
Sellin you a trip to a called hell
You even thought you'd get hooked
Starin in the mirror, scared to
You think about and think it's cold
Like drivin with a ???? down a road
Now the rock man is best friend
The one you talk to time and again
You even tried dealin, but no fun
Before you a sale it was in your lungs
So the coke now lives on your life
Like a year marriage you're the man's wife
You can it with a passion, but you won't fuss
the driver of a Caddy and you're ridin the bus
You think not fair, I tell you it is
Cause he bought yours and you his
Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the
Now he looks good and you smoked
It doesn't take much to
All you gotta do is just open eyes
You're cold bein pimped by a in some glass
What's it gonna take before you on your ass?
Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply
Cold street walkin with a hole in shoe

dealers
Big time,

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

Coke
Yeah, I'm big time,

COKE!

Coke
Big time,

Coke
Big time,

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