Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Texas to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
made Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo
laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like to back
real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is that
Flowin' your veins like medicine
be down? On the H-town
Real ballas for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
Creep everybody G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my hood got slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys on horse back
Top that! the all that
Strike like a and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to
deuce old school 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, be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with
And all' beat the dog shit out nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, a set up and no hear though
real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Carolyn
Throw hood up
All my G's
up your deck
Dope House click to wreck

3: SPM]
Money and the power, on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar
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 that bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some
Tap tap Too Short, even New York
If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and
Anybody plays about it, my lady has
Homie the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke!
I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the roam
We surely don't, no shit from nobody
So don't on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't suspect here
We leaving proof, that 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 to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of
Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up like crack, Luck 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, a big Lac'a
Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma you dumb bitch!
Send to wreck and get a
up your deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be them digits
Cause hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's we finish
Man a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
what ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the or I'm droppin 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, like the paparazzi
So a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on
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 new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another case to

[Verse 7:
to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood
me in the hustle 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
the laws standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the
And drop the top on the
Ain't no the dude
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House up in Germany
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', gettin' more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like
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
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
Fucking with boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony
Nigga beat your feet, kick some with that homie shit
Most the time we loading
Otherwise we chips
scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the case
it in a cool place
Everything is
This is for streets, my hood is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles just summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, 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, momma knows I'm
And I should of been a chef the way I crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle
Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin'
the world was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And too late

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

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

[Pain interrupts

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

[Verse 11: Carolyn
I gonna lie Dope House till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beat
Sippin' on and its slurin up my speech
Comin' out the H, they bake cakes
I ain't bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple skunk and its fuckin' 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 can't like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo