Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Dealer

[Intro: Meek
There's three of niggas in life
Niggas make it happen
Niggas that it happen
And niggas that don't even know what the fuck is on
one...
[Verse 1: Mill]
I got all these bad twerkin'
Waves on swim, shit
I don't wanna niggas 'round me
niggas make me nervous
Shawty she want that paper
Pop pussy like she
Damn, a nigga famous
by the Benz, I'm swervin' (SKR SKR!, SKR! SKR!)
Fuck rap, I sell swag
She want me 'cause she i got that 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, with a ho
Turnt up, but I'm like calm ho
I go, a million here, million there
All of my niggas, we really in
Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the
But she look like a foreign, brazilian
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 is choosin'
You is losin'
We
expect?
(Haah?)
[Hook: Mill]
Wanna fuck with a dope
Or keep them broke niggas?
And I don't fuck with you ho (NAH!)
Rollie yellow like Simpson
dope, nigga!
[Verse 2: Nicki
I got all dope dealers serving
Cut the work up, surgeons
I don't want bitches 'round me
bitches make me curve 'em
Imported rug, that's
One up and we swervin'
than a lake, that's Ricki!
Pop pussy she Nicki
She me cause she see me in that Aventador
Pull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the
Bad bitch wanna it, I lent it to her
Make her that pussy open in Singapore
30 million though, list
Out in Philly in a condo, shit
Now they call me Young Oprah;
In the rockin' polo, Marco
Millionaires, never do
No, they can't see me, they're never my
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
bikes is out and we throwing 'em up like we sick
My clothing line is out in them stores and I'm 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)
brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! (call me Ock!)
I to God, everyday I drop 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 Carlo to Los Muchachos
My Mexicanos not tacos
This tampered once, a nigga push that button
On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these don't want nothin'
You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin' them broke
My sneaker deal A.I.'s
We drink Belaire like St.