Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans of the border
Land of the free, smoking with my Gordo
Motherfuckers back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit back to back
Stay real for life, roll south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through veins like medicine
be down? On the H-town
Real ballas for the rebound
B-town to G-town
Creep everybody G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby
Hoe ass niggaz, there nothing worse
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 motherfuckers on the and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my 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 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 squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[Verse 3:
Money and the power, glass on the
up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for
This for my gangstas, forty-five
Throw yo set up, let me see your language
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that for half off
with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff
Some
Tap tap Too Short, even New York
If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, inside a broken

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and
plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about
Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the
She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke!
I'm take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, no shit from 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, I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no here
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is here to save the damn day
Fly a pelican, leanin' of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa Mexican
my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Blue and yellow on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up crack, Luck strike back
all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big
Addicted to Henne and that club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump pimp you dumb bitch!
to wreck and get a check
Turn up your deck, this
We iced up and priced up, and in Benzos

[Verse 6:
twenty fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
my paper independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what ever you need and puff, now 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
They be following me, stalking like the
So fuck a hater they mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten reclined on screens
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like in hot grease
And it ain't new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood
Remember me in the hustle
I let the put the hustle down
If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this SPM is the producer
the laws standing on the roof
Drop the in the booth
And drop the top on the
Ain't no the dude
My making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope up in Germany
Rasheed one soldado
on an avocado
With my foot up on the
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the
Solo, fo sho', homies more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your hood up, throw your up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top
Grindin', shinnin', like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking your boy, get your punk ass whole face
you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that shit
Most the time we loading
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip skunk and we to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, in the suit 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, a trip
Tape a thousand to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles this summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, 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 corner
Feds tap my house and they still out of order
I'm the son of a man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to though
Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And too late

10: Low-G]
My homie and the cops called it drug related
I was standing right there his mother fainted
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 been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that call Honduras
Nothing fake my life except my car insurance
proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my test
I grew up in a house full of empty
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 with a glow

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 at the end of the song?
Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] you don't know how to rap
[Cee:] Jaime, you got me up!
[Pain:] Okay let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to take you off
Just tell me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I gonna lie Dope House till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting
Rollin' up sweets, this beat
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 need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the
purple skunk and its fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
out the window another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I really know
Keeping my mind on a six O
dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo