Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Dealer

[Intro: Mill]
three types of niggas in life
Niggas that it happen
Niggas that watch it
And niggas don't even know what the fuck is going on
one...
[Verse 1: Meek
I got all these bad twerkin'
Waves on swim, shit
I don't wanna yall 'round me
niggas make me nervous
Shawty said she want 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 i got that Chanel tag
She fuck me and she gone get Chanel swag
Her boyfriend like, "Where you get that bag?"
55 hundo, pop green, and I
Rondo
Catch me, North-South, with a ho
Turnt up, but I'm keep calm ho
I go, a million here, million there
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 her remi
I bust like a semi, yo (BA BA!)
I get girl pregnant
You hatin' all on me, you (HA HA!)
I ride in my hood in a Bently like a Crown Vic (SKR SKR!)
These bitches is
You is losin'
We
expect?
(Haah?)
[Hook: Meek
Wanna fuck a dope dealer?
Or keep fuckin' broke niggas?
And I fuck with 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 don't want y'all bitches me
Whack bitches me curve 'em
Imported rug, that's
One wheel up and we
Wetter a lake, that's Ricki!
Pop pussy she Nicki
She want me she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the so crazy, I done bent the door
Bad bitch borrow it, I lent it to her
her bust that pussy open in Singapore
30 though, Forbes list
Out in Philly in a condo, shit
Now they call me Oprah; Harpo
In the pool rockin' polo,
Millionaires, do leers
No, they can't see me, never my peers
Fruits of my labor, go get me my
Cause outta your element; I am your fear
So go get off my testicle, my decimal, bitch!
Check up my resumé, I'm upper echelon
Them bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we
My line is out in them stores and I'm sipping a Myx, bitch!

[Verse 3: Rick
DC, M

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