Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Game

Check one, check two, take a cruise
I done did the every 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, threw my pager
'cause boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm with the pain
I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a
I break 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 lipton
Diggin women in the lemon, g livin
I was driven to my last nerve, hittin
Puttin on a grass hurst
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No
Welcome to the game
This is were we play
Leave boys with no brains

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

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It's the l-o-s
the pistola, oh me oh my
My nina like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, nothin but squeels
My third was to break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status on your dish
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a stepper
skin on my couch, be like oscar the grouch
From the streets, rocks out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, at my house
Whether the ounce that puts leather on my couch
A thousand a week, my baby girl's allowance
Dope house bouncin cash to my forgein

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