Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Razaville Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas Mexicans north of the border
of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like to back
Stay real for life, roll down
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
Real ballas fight for the
to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around 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 ridin' on horse back
Top that! the all that
Strike like a snake and attack a bobcat

2: Baby 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, sometime I go to
Seven deuce old school Cadillac the skirts
And I speak for on the couch and the flo'
Cause a like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, might be the
A young Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And beat the dog shit out your 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 Dope House stout, a set up and no hear though
real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Carolyn
your hood up
All my G's
Turn up your
Dope House 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 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 that bitch for off
Rollin' with my
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, chop New York
If it ain't up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I at ups and downs
Anybody plays it, my lady has sounds
from 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
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the
She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is
Fuck broke! C'mon
I'm fanna ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no from nobody
So trip 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 just suspect
We leaving proof, that there ain't no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Luciano]
Came to it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane?
Naw is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly a pelican, leanin' of medicine
pay checks slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
Wreckin' all this mics got my on stack
up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but don't put too much Sprite
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 of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
to wreck and get a check
Turn up your deck, this
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in

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

[Verse 7:
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood
Remember me in the town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle
If yous' a Jane
Throw your in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the
And the top on the coupe
no stoppin' the dude
My team currency
Got 'em screaming House up in Germany
Rasheed number one
on an avocado
With my foot up on the
And a bottle of the cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' dough
Sleeping is for on the block like block
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like that's Graimmie
Yeah might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony
Nigga your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the we loading clips
Otherwise we chips
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to Screw tapes
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 me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand 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, twenty thousand miles just summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that glow, once 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 dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't to struggle so
Buy and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And it's too

10: Low-G]
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 gotta fate
I my nina and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm from a place that call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my test
I grew up in a house full of stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huevos
My spits and I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancing with a sticks

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

[Pain chorus]

[Bridge one: Pain &
Carolyn!
[Cee:] what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he 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 whole Dope House
[Cee:] you mean everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] you don't 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
Just tell me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Carolyn
I ain't gonna lie Dope till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, getting high
Rollin' up sweets, this beat
Sippin' on skurr and its up my speech
Comin' out the H, they bake cakes
I talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I a little 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 fuckin' with my
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Looking out the window another neighborhood
When will chill? I don't really know
my mind 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