Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Razaville Texas to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid in yo Cadillac
Let me in this shit like back to back
Stay for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
Real fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike like a snake and attack like a

2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
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'
Cause a Mexican 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 nephew and niece
If ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no though
It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

[Chorus: Rodriguez]
Throw hood up
All my G's
Turn up your
Dope click 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, crawl like
Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a
for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see 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, bought Lac's
got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some
Tap tap Too Short, chop New York
If it ain't up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
of the rock, inside a broken antenna

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

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

[Verse 6:
Seven twenty fo' I be them digits
I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my independent, got seven years in it
House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty but yet I shine so clean
what ever 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, just me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I up in a big body
be following me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on
And I'm a fine piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot
And it ain't nothing new, just the same old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch

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

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and down the maine
Cousin, man is nothing but in my gas tank
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', like a spot light
on them cops like Cuttie 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 a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that shit
Most the time we clips
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip and we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit
Drop it in a cool
Everything is
This is for streets, cause my is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a grams to the bumper, Man and make 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, thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the day of June, napping 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
Feds tap my house and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle
Even that I stayed broke, want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block
Though the world was mine, I saw the cops coming
And it's too

[Verse 10:
My homie died and the cops it drug related
I was standing right there when his mother
And I felt trapped, cause I know I choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose
Since with 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 vest, my jefa sense stress
positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty
And I'm all across the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe
at the club dancing with a glow sticks

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

interrupts chorus]

[Bridge Pain & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean What about mine?
Girl 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 like it I have to you off
[Cee:] tell me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't lie Dope House till I die
With my in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up my
Comin' out the H, they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the that your momma makes
I a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple and its fuckin' with my brain
to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the another 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 stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo