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 in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo
Let me jump in this shit like to back
real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins medicine
Wanna be On the H-town
Real fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got slack
eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the all that
Strike like a snake and attack like a

[Verse 2: Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't nothing
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 on the couch and the flo'
Cause a 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 fuck with 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 heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

[Chorus: Rodriguez]
your hood up
All my G's
up your deck
Dope House click came to

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 like
a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five
Throw yo set up, let me see sound language
Sell a crack rock, steal a
Jack for a key and sell bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
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 plays it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all mine
Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
Momma snorting to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
And learned how to hold the chrome, My is gone
being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot where the homies
We surely don't, take no from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We been with our religion, where I'm
We been a victim, see we ain't just here
We leaving proof, there ain't been no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
Came to it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Fly than a pelican, of medicine
pay checks slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up like crack, Luck 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 don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip shit
Tell hoes 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

[Verse 6:
Seven fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
Nigga what ever you need and puff, now at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm this verses
I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em I pull up in a big body
They be following me, like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, 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
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot
And it ain't nothing new, it's the same old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South 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 this track SPM is the
With the laws standing on the
Drop the in the booth
And the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team making
Got 'em screaming House up in Germany
Rasheed 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', homies gettin' dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the like block
Throw your hood up, throw your up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they get behind me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass face
Drop you like a case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with homie shit
Most the time we clips
we holding chips
Hittin' scores, kickin'
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip and we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit
it in a cool place
Everything is
is for streets, cause my hood is my family

[Verse 9:
You can me Mr. Break-a- 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 for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty miles just this summer
Ever since the day of June, napping on a cama
Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a dollar corner
Feds tap my house phone and they 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 us just say no, I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't to struggle so
Buy and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, I saw the cops coming
And too late

[Verse 10:
My died 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 eighty-eight 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 about my life my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress
Nothing about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty
And I'm all across the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe
Nate at the club with a glow sticks

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

[Pain chorus]

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

[Verse 11: Carolyn
I ain't lie Dope House till I die
my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
Sippin' on skurr and its up my speech
out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the that your momma makes
I need a little space, Texas is the
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 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 stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo