Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

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

[Verse 2: Baby
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing
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 Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for on the couch 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, might be the
A young Baby Beesh, he don't 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 heads gone be ringing
I'm House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[Verse 3:
Money and the power, on the Prowler
Blaze up a as I tell you all about it
of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a 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 sell bitch for half off
Rollin' my comrades
and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it ain't up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a antenna

[Verse 4:
I my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I count mine
I...
Was in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the
She left Coast alone, I'm grown
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
This the gut of the ghetto, is in prison
We with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect
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 bird or a
Naw Superman is here to save 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
all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you bitch!
to wreck and get a check
Turn up deck, this dope
We iced up and up, and crawling in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven fo' I be sacking them digits
I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven in it
Dope House eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
Nigga ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm this verses
I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse it
And I be 'em when I pull 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 piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like in hot grease
And it nothing new, it's just the same old shit
day, another dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
Remember me in the town
I let the put the hustle down
If yous' a Jane
Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the
With the laws on the roof
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
Rasheed one soldado
on an avocado
With my up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the like block
Throw hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
Fucking with your boy, get your ass whole face
Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie
Most the we loading clips
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the case
it in a cool place
Everything is
This is for streets, cause my hood is my

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a
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
Cause I'ma hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
since the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that glow, once I throw 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
tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of 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 eight ball, hit the runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops
And it's too

10: Low-G]
My homie and the cops called it drug related
I was standing right there when his fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta fate
I grabbed my nina and made that bitch loose
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube
I been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm a place that they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life my car insurance
proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my test
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancing a glow sticks

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

interrupts chorus]

[Bridge one: & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] what?
Uhm ... Los said he didn't want 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 their rap the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean What about mine?
Girl you don't know how to rap
Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay let you try, but if Los doesn't like 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 Dope till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up my
out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma
I a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, represent 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 another neighborhood 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 stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo