Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Dealer

[Intro: Meek
There's three types of niggas in
Niggas make it happen
Niggas that watch it
And niggas that don't even what the fuck is going on
one...
[Verse 1: Meek
I got all these bad twerkin'
on swim, shit surfin'
I wanna yall niggas 'round me
niggas make me nervous
Shawty she want that paper
Pop pussy she workin'
Damn, a nigga finally
by the Benz, I'm swervin' (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I might swag
She want me 'cause she know i got Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel
Her like, "Where you get that Chanel bag?"
55 hundo, pop green, and I
Like
Catch me, North-South, a dime ho
Turnt up, but I'm keep calm ho
I go, make a million here, million
All of my niggas, we really in
Got a bad bitch, and she straight the hood
But she like a foreign, brazilian hair
And I'm grabbin' her
I like a semi, yo bitch (BA BA!)
I get your girl
You hatin' all on me, you (HA HA!)
I ride in my hood in a Bently it's a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!)
These bitches is
You is losin'
We
Whatchu
(Haah?)
[Hook: Meek
fuck with a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin' broke niggas?
And I don't fuck you ho niggas (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Simpson
dope, nigga!
[Verse 2: Nicki
I got all these dope serving
Cut the work up, they
I want y'all bitches 'round me
Whack bitches make me 'em
Imported rug, that's
One up and we swervin'
Wetter than a lake, Ricki!
Pop like she Nicki
She want me cause she see me in that
Pull up on the so crazy, I done bent the door
Bad bitch wanna it, I lent it to her
her bust that pussy open in Singapore
30 though, Forbes list
Out in in a condo, boss shit
Now call me Young Oprah; Harpo
In the rockin' polo, Marco
Millionaires, never do
No, they can't see me, never my peers
of my labor, go get me my pears
Cause you're outta element; I am your fear
So go get off my testicle, my decimal, bitch!
Check up my resumé, I'm upper echelon
bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them and I'm sipping a Myx, bitch!

[Verse 3: Ross]
DC, M

Say my and bitch I gotta grant your wish (BOSS!)
fingers, 30 K
You better drop that brick (drop brick)
Philly brothers, they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)
I pray to God, everyday I my top (Thank you Lord!)
Humble man, with me and the Meek
I'm the shit, down Broad Street
"Sal" Magluta, "Willy"
dough boy, talkin' Al Capone (ROZAY!)
From Monte Carlo to Los
My not talking tacos
This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that
On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don't want
You wanna fuck wit a dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke niggas?
My deal like A.I.'s
We drink like St. Ides