Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Razaville Texas Houston to
in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the
Land of the free, smoking with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo
Let me jump in this shit like back to
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is that
Flowin' through veins like medicine
be down? On the H-town
Real ballas fight for the
to motherfuckin G-town
Creep everybody G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my hood got more
Than eighty-eight cowboys on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike like a and attack 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 on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the
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 fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out your 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 real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

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

3: SPM]
Money and the power, on the Prowler
up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar
Pour a up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see sound language
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
Jack for a key and that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Some
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, represent'a
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 side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
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
being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We been with our religion, where I'm
We been a victim, see we ain't suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
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 than a pelican, leanin' of
Johnny pay slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up like crack, strike back
Wreckin' all this mics got my money on
Hold up, dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you bitch!
Send to wreck and get a
Turn up deck, this dope
We up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos

[Verse 6:
Seven fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause I'ma hustle 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 it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
Nigga what ever you need and puff, now at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the or I'm droppin this verses
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, like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch 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, another dollar, another case to

[Verse 7:
Philly to Park 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 hands in the air on this track SPM is the
With the laws standing on the
Drop the in the booth
And the top on the coupe
Ain't no the dude
My making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope up in Germany
number one soldado
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
And a bottle of the cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', gettin' more dough
Sleeping is for on the block like block
Throw your 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, chuggin' on some top
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's
Yeah they might want us, but 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, kick some rocks that homie shit
Most the time we clips
Otherwise we chips
scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a place
is gravity
This is for streets, cause my is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
Cause I'ma hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, on a cama
Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a million corner
Feds tap my house and they still out of order
I'm the son of a man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your met
taught 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'
the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too

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

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

[Pain chorus]

[Bridge Pain & 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 done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean everybody? What mine?
[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 when to in
Right... right... now

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

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo