Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Game

Check one, check two, lets take a
I done did the game which way but loose
Nothing left to do collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the mex gon'
Put the past on paper, away my pager
'cause these boys keep from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a
I break records in creepin in caddies and benzes
And a pretender if he up to the bullet bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding to bumper
I might the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin, flippin, on purple lipton
Diggin in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin
twenties on a grass hurst
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No
Welcome to the game
This is we don't play
Leave your boys no brains

I remember long ago I got no love
Still I that one day I'd be popular
I used to in the circle trying to smoke your bud
hopin that the blunt wouldn't pass me up
I to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never around with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver
Girls my face, others give me grapes
By the of god, I was given the job
To run through the rap game like on the cob
So in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit except mexican express
dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world
If you needs tracks p got my referal
Your head twirl to the of the sp mex
Ridin in the lex with a dog named
Southside to the north, at the old course
The valet the white porsche the bulletproof doors

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It's the l-o-s
the pistola, oh me oh my
My shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my makes me eggs-fuyon
come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, nothin but squeels
My third wish was to this curse and myth
Now I'm status on your satilite dish
checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never a half stepper
skin on my couch, be like oscar the grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my pouch
But I told boys, never at my house
it's the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my girl's allowance
Dope house cash to my forgein accounts

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