Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Game

Check one, check two, take a cruise
I did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do collect my cash
And I bet that ass that the mex gon'
Put the on paper, threw away my pager
'cause these boys keep callin from to cookie baker
saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I records in texas creepin in caddies and benzes
And a pretender if he up to the bullet bartender
I bet I and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper
I dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple
Diggin in the drop lemon, g livin
I was to my last nerve, hittin curbs
Puttin twenties on a grass
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No
Welcome to the dope
is were we don't play
Leave your with no brains

I long ago I never got no love
Still I that one day I'd be popular
I used to stand in the circle to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt pass me up
I to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk with the white cup
Now I eat steaks, on silver plates
Girls fanin my face, others give me
By the grace of god, I was the job
To run through the rap like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I bought my sets in the
I ain't got no cards except mexican express
I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the damn world
If you needs tracks p got my referal
Your twirl to the sounds of the sp mex
Ridin in the lex a dog named plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf
The valet the white porsche the bulletproof doors

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It's the c-o-y
the pistola, oh me oh my
My shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For breakfast my chef me eggs-fuyon
I've come the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin but squeels
My third wish was to this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status on satilite dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the
Left a mark in the and never been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like oscar the
From the streets, pullin rocks out my pouch
But I these boys, never at my house
Whether it's the ounce that puts on my couch
A thousand a week, my baby girl's allowance
house bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

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