Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Razaville Houston to McAllen
in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed my Gordo
Motherfuckers back in yo Cadillac
Let me in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
Real fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
Creep around G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike like a and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby
Hoe ass niggaz, there nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
And I'm on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the and the flo'
a Mexican like my self is out for some dough
But ya know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, be the chotas
A Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and
I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw hood up
All my G's
Turn up your
Dope House came to wreck

[Verse 3:
and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, like caterpillar
Pour a up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
Jack for a key and sell bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I at ups and downs
plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all mine
Money paper chasing it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My is gone
Fuck being broke!
I'm take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, no shit 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 been a victim, see we ain't just suspect
We leaving proof, there ain't been no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
Came to it huh!
up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of
Johnny pay checks playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
Blue and diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
Wreckin' all this got my money on stack
Hold up, come me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much
tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip shit
them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to and get a check
Turn up your deck, dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in

[Verse 6:
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them
Cause hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got years in it
Dope House eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin verses
I got a service for you hoes, watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I pull up in a big
They be following me, stalking the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine 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 new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood
Remember me in the hustle
I let the put the hustle down
If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the
Drop the flows in the
And the top on the coupe
Ain't no the dude
My making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope House up in
number one soldado
Puffin' on an
With my up on the throttle
And a of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' dough
is for dreamers on the block like block
Throw hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a light
Swangin' on them cops like that's Graimmie
Yeah they want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that shit
the time we loading clips
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the waist line, in the suit case
Drop it in a place
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 for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this
Ever since the first day of June, napping on a
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm up the spot
Listen, is me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I crack up your oven met
Teachers us just say no, I had to hustle though
Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And too late

10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops it drug related
I was right there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight a nick in my tube socks
I a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place they call Honduras
Nothing fake my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress
positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house of empty stomachs
other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my
My spits and I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club with a glow sticks

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

[Pain interrupts

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

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie Dope till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beat
Sippin' on skurr and its up my speech
Comin' out the H, where bake cakes
I talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu homes, I'ma represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the
purple skunk and its fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to change, up to the ceiling
out the window another neighborhood killin'
When they chill? I don't really know
my mind on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in
Just can't stop like a car with no
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo