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 Benz with a phone
See him draped in gold, we him Big Bank Bob
Got a for each finger and he can't get a job
Call him trash, he for the dopefiend's tweak
But what you make in a year he might in a week
Cold cash money is the to life
fat hovers to a dopefiend's pipe
Gotta keep rollin, can't stop
Only two worries are a thief or the
keep sayin: it's all so wrong
But the roll strong all night long
Another Park life, the age old story
And now the coke take all the glory
They're the you meet big time on the street
I say the dealers are now the elite
See, the average dopehouse will take soul
it for a rock and do the same with your gold
But if you think about it really it all silly
Smoked out in his washed off Philly
up shop down the block
And tryin to get a piece of that rock

Coke
Big time,

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

Coke
Big time,

[ 3 ]
I once had a homeboy strong
coke all day and all night long
He made a money and bought a lotta stuff
But soon he went broke and it didn't much
First he started smokin, and all that he
Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got
But my homie thought wrong cause he be stopped
The vice squad and the boy got popped
He was out on before he made it to jail
Wasn't about to do when he's doin so well
Say he had a money and some real good friends
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 thought about the boys that he not pay
So he hustled by himself that's okay
But one night he was chillin a freak named Carol
His door was in and he was starin at a barrel
The brother 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 wanna
I tell you one time, you listen to me"
As my homie got he lost the fight
And now he's just a smoker totin tonight

Coke
Yeah, I'm big time,

COKE!

Coke
Big time,

dealers
Big time,

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