Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Razaville Texas to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid in yo Cadillac
Let me in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is that
Flowin' through your veins like
be down? On the H-town
Real fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
Creep everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my hood got slack
Than cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike like a snake and like a bobcat

2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to
deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the
Cause a like my self is out for some dough
But ya know, if you got big pelotas
now a days, might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with
And beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no though
It's real talk, real breath, it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Carolyn
Throw your up
All my G's
Turn up deck
Dope click came to wreck

3: SPM]
Money and the power, glass on the
up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a
This for my gangstas, stainless
yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell bitch for half off
Rollin' with my
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it ain't screwed up, I don't hear it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
of the rock, inside a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all mine
paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
Momma snorting to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke!
I'm fanna take ya to the where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no from nobody
So trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, I'm leaving
We a victim, see we ain't just suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Luciano]
Came to it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a
Naw Superman is here to save the damn day
Fly a pelican, leanin' of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa Mexican
my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Blue and diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
Wreckin' all this mics got my on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds)
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too Sprite
tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to and that strip club shit
Tell them of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to wreck and get a
Turn up your deck, this
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them
Cause I'ma till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
what ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me it
And I be hurtin 'em when I up in a big body
They be me, stalking like the paparazzi
So a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a
Quick to get it poppin', water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's the same old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we hood
Remember me in the hustle
I let the put the hustle down
If yous' a user
Throw your in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws on the roof
Drop the flows in the
And drop the top on the
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team currency
Got 'em screaming Dope up in Germany
number one soldado
Puffin' on an
With my up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
Fucking your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we loading
we holding chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip and we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool
is gravity
This is for streets, cause my hood is my

[Verse 9:
You can me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot
Is right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a million dollar
tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to though
Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the runnin'
Though the was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too

10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops called it related
I was standing there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a in my tube socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm from a place that call Honduras
Nothing fake about my except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
Nothing positive me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the dancing with a glow sticks

Throw your up
All my G's rep...

[Pain interrupts

[Bridge one: & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the
[Cee:] Oh you we're at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] you don't know how to rap
[Cee:] Jaime, you got me up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't it I have to take you off
Just tell me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Carolyn
I gonna lie Dope House till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting
Rollin' up sweets, this beat
Sippin' on skurr and its up my speech
out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that momma makes
I need a little space, Texas is the
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' skunk and its fuckin' with my brain
to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the window neighborhood killin'
When will they I don't really know
Keeping my on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in
Just can't like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo