Luyện nghe bài hát Coke Dealers

[ 1 ]
Now.. I come the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold cracked
Young brothers my age making dollars so
a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he get a job
him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak
But what you make in a he might make in a week
Cold cash money is the answer to
Feedin fat hovers to a pipe
Gotta keep rollin, just stop
Only two worries are a or the cops
People keep sayin: all so wrong
But the rocks strong all night long
Another Park life, the age old story
And now the dealers take all the glory
They're the ones you meet big time on the
I say the dealers are now the elite
See, the average will take your soul
it for a rock and do the same with your gold
But if you think about it really it all sounds
out Willie in his washed off Philly
Open up down the block
And everybody's tryin to get a of that rock

Coke
Big time,

[ 2 ]
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 life and think it's cold
Like drivin with a ???? a rocky 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 made a it was in your lungs
So the coke dealer now on your life
a four year marriage you're the man's wife
You can hate it with a passion, but you won't
He's the driver of a Caddy and ridin the bus
You think it's not fair, I you it is
Cause he bought yours and you his
his cars, his clothes, and he bought the coke
Now he looks and you look smoked
It doesn't much to realize
All you gotta do is just your eyes
You're cold bein pimped by a rock in some
What's it gonna take you fall on your ass?
Bankrupt, smoked out, simply through
Cold street walkin with a in your shoe

dealers
Big time,

[ 3 ]
I had a homeboy rollin strong
Sold coke all day and all night
He made a lotta money and bought a stuff
But soon he went and it didn't take much
First he smokin, and all that he figured
Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got
But my homie wrong cause he could be stopped
The vice squad rolled and the boy got
He was out on before he made it to jail
Wasn't about to do time when he's so well
Say he had a lotta money and some good friends
But he was almost broke when he flipped
So he got on his grind, he wasn't a day
Opened up shop and started pumpin the
He about the boys that he could not pay
So he hustled by himself thinkin okay
But one night he was chillin a freak named Carol
His was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel
The brother with the gun saw him on the base
Walked right up and put the Uzi in his
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,

Coke
Big time,

The of Dope


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