Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Razaville Texas to McAllen
in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans north of the
Land of the free, smoking with my Gordo
Motherfuckers back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this like back to back
Stay for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
Real ballas fight for the
B-town to G-town
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 eighty-eight cowboys on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike like a snake and attack like a

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

[Chorus: Rodriguez]
Throw your up
All my G's
Turn up deck
Dope House came to wreck

[Verse 3:
and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, like caterpillar
a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five
yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell a crack rock, steal a
Jack for a key and that bitch for half off
with my comrades
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, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a broken

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and
plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
Momma coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
And learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone
being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the where the homies roam
We surely don't, no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a 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, there ain't been no justice here
My

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

[Verse 6:
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking digits
Cause hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven in it
House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what ever you 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 following me, stalking like the
So fuck a hater they just mad, they shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a
to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the old shit
Another day, another dollar, another to catch

[Verse 7:
to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
Remember me in the town
I let the put the hustle down
If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this SPM is the producer
With the standing on the roof
Drop the in the booth
And the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed 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 gettin' more
Sleeping is for dreamers on the like block
your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a light
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they get behind me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick
Nigga beat your feet, some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we loading
Otherwise we chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip skunk and we slide to Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the case
Drop it in a place
Everything is
This is for streets, my hood is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a
a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
Cause street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot
Is coming right I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
And I of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
taught us just say no, I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, want to struggle so
Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And too late

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

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

[Pain interrupts

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

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

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo