Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Houston to McAllen
in San Anto, screw 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 laid back in yo
Let me in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is that
Flowin' through your veins 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
Deep south, my got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike like a snake and attack like a

[Verse 2: Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm on the search, sometime I go to church
deuce old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the and the flo'
a Mexican 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 Baby Beesh, he don't fuck police
And all' beat the dog shit out your and niece
If they get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw your up
All my G's
up your deck
Dope House click to wreck

[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 fo-fo up in my grapes as for
for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound
Sell a crack rock, steal a
Jack for a key and sell that for half off
Rollin' my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Some
Tap tap Too Short, even New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup
In the pen-agena, represent'a
of the rock, inside a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and
Anybody about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper chasing stack it up, I gotta mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My hope is
being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies
We surely don't, take no shit nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to huh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm
We been a victim, see we ain't just 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 here to save the day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of
Johnny pay slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start
and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck strike
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 baby put too much Sprite
tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you bitch!
Send to and get a check
up your deck, this dope
We up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them
Cause I'ma hustle I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven in it
House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga ever you need and puff, now holla at me
I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses
I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em I pull up in a big body
They be following me, stalking the paparazzi
So fuck a they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten reclined on screens
And I'm a fine piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the old shit
Another day, another dollar, another case to

[Verse 7:
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, we still hood
me in the hustle town
I let the put the hustle down
If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on track SPM is the producer
the laws 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 Dope House up in
Rasheed number one
Puffin' on an
With my foot up on the
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', gettin' more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab
Cousin, man is nothing but in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot
on them cops 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 your boy, get your punk ass face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick rocks with that homie shit
Most the we loading clips
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip and we slide to them Screw tapes
in the waist line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool
Everything is
is for streets, cause my hood is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Brick, take a trip
Tape a grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
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 miles just this summer
Ever since the 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 million corner
Feds tap my house and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up oven met
taught us just say no, I had to hustle though
Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And too late

[Verse 10:
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 with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life except my car
Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress
Nothing positive about me, my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty
While other kids was at getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
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 sticks

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

[Pain interrupts

[Bridge one: & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
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 done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you don't how to rap
Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I have to you off
Just tell me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie Dope House I die
With my in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up my
Comin' out the H, where bake cakes
I talkin bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a little space, 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 change, up to the ceiling
out the window another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I really know
Keeping my mind on a six O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz in paint
Just can't stop like a car with no
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo