Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the
Land of the free, smoking weed my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit back to back
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
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
Deep south, my got more slack
Than eighty-eight ridin' on horse back
Top that! the all that
like a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby
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, I go to church
Seven deuce old Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the couch and the
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for dough
But ya already know, if you got big
now a days, might be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't with police
And beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and
I'ma the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no though
It's talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your up
All my G's
Turn up your
House click came to wreck

[Verse 3:
Money and the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar
a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your language
a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and that bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Some
Tap tap Too Short, even New York
If it screwed up, I don't wanna 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 throw my set rounds, I at ups and downs
Anybody plays it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm grown
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck broke! C'mon
I'm take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a in to body huh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been our religion, where I'm leaving
We a victim, see we ain't just suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice
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 playa Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up crack, Luck strike back
all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds)
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much
I'ma tip stacka, a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big
Addicted to Henne and strip club shit
Tell them of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to and get a check
Turn up your deck, dope
We iced up and up, and crawling in Benzos

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 years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, that's when we finish
Man it's a game 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 this
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me 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, can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten reclined on screens
And I'm a dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
me in the hustle town
I let the put the hustle down
If yous' a user
your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the
Drop the flows in the
And the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team currency
Got 'em screaming Dope House up in
Rasheed one soldado
Puffin' on an
With my foot up on the
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your hood up, throw hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and down the maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's
Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a pony
Nigga your feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we clips
Otherwise we chips
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
it in a cool place
Everything is
This is for streets, cause my is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and it flip
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
Cause street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is coming right 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 man, momma 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 though
Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the was mine, till I saw the cops coming
And it's too

10: Low-G]
My homie and the cops called it drug related
I was right there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I know I choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made that loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm a place that they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life my car insurance
Bullet vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing about me, except my piss test
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the
Boy you think the law, so don't 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: & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't a hook at the end of the song
Oh you mean we're at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the Dope House family
[Cee:] you mean everybody? 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 like 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 House till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
on skurr and its slurin up my speech
Comin' out the H, where 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
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Looking out the another neighborhood killin'
will they chill? I don't really know
Keeping my on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car with no
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo