Luyện nghe bài hát Coke Dealers

[ 1 ]
Now.. I from the Oakland town
Task force roll and rock, cold down
brothers my age making dollars so long
Drive a brand new Benz a cellular phone
See him in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob
Got a ring for each finger and he get a job
Call him trash, he supplies for the 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 dopefiend's
Gotta keep rollin, just stop
Only two are a thief or the cops
keep sayin: it's all so wrong
But the rocks roll strong all long
Another Park Street life, the age old
And now the coke dealers all the glory
the ones you meet big time on the street
I say the coke dealers are now the
See, the dopehouse will take your soul
Trade it for a rock and do the same your gold
But if you about it really it all sounds silly
out Willie in his washed off Philly
Open up down the block
And everybody's tryin to get a piece of that

Coke
Big time,

[ 2 ]
Cocaine the demon, it knows you
Sellin you a to a place called hell
You never thought you'd get hooked
Starin in the mirror, to look
You think about life and think cold
Like drivin with a ???? down a rocky
Now the rock man is your friend
The only one you talk to time and
You even tried dealin, but no fun
Before you a sale it was in your lungs
So the dealer now lives on your life
Like a four 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
he bought yours and you bought his
Bought his cars, his clothes, and he the coke
Now he looks and you look smoked
It take much to realize
All you gotta do is just open your
You're cold bein pimped by a rock in some
What's it gonna take you fall on your ass?
Bankrupt, out, just simply through
Cold street walkin with a hole in shoe

dealers
Big time,

[ 3 ]
I once had a rollin strong
Sold all day and all night long
He made a lotta money and bought a lotta
But soon he broke 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 thought wrong cause he be stopped
The squad rolled and the boy got popped
He was out on bail before he it to jail
Wasn't about to do when he's doin so well
Say he had a lotta money and some real friends
But he was almost broke he flipped again
So he got on his grind, he wastin a day
Opened up and started pumpin the weight
He thought about the boys he could not pay
So he hustled by himself thinkin okay
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 tweak on the
Walked right up and put the Uzi in his
He said, "Give up the dope if you still wanna
I you one time, you better listen to me"
As my got robbed he lost the fight
And now he's just a smoker probably totin

dealers
Yeah, I'm big time,

COKE!

Coke
Big time,

dealers
Big time,

The of Dope


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