Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Texas to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans north of the
Land of the free, smoking weed my Gordo
Motherfuckers back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like back to
Stay for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is that
Flowin' your veins like medicine
be down? On the H-town
Real ballas for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
Creep everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my got more slack
eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the Mexicans all
Strike a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
And I'm on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven old school Cadillac with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some
But ya already know, if you got big
now a days, might be the chotas
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 some gone be ringing
I'm House stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[Verse 3:
and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a as I tell you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a
This for my gangstas, stainless
yo set up, let me see your sound language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my
and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even New York
If it screwed up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, inside a antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and
Anybody plays about it, my lady has
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all mine
paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck being broke!
I'm fanna take ya to the where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit from
So trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We been with our religion, I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we just suspect here
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 Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Fly a pelican, leanin' of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all this got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the (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 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 up, and crawling in Benzos

[Verse 6:
Seven fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause I'ma till I die and I'm in it to win it
my paper independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
Nigga what ever you and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the or I'm droppin this verses
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me 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, they can't like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch on screens
And I'm a dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', water in hot grease
And it nothing new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South Park met him at
eighty-eight, H-town we still hood
Remember me in the hustle
I let the put the hustle down
If yous' a Jane
Throw your hands in the air on this track SPM is the
the laws standing on the roof
Drop the in the booth
And the top on the coupe
no stoppin' the dude
My team making
Got 'em Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed number one
on an avocado
With my foot up on the
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block block
Throw your hood up, your hood up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with 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 homie
Most the time we clips
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them Screw
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool
is gravity
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 for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand just this summer
Ever since the first day of June, napping on a
Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot
Is coming 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, momma knows I'm
And I should of been a chef the way I crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle
Even that I stayed broke, didn't to struggle so
Buy half and 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 called it drug related
I was standing right there when his fainted
And I trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate
I my nina and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my socks
I been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
Nothing positive me, except my piss test
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm all across the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe
Nate at the club dancing a glow sticks

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

[Pain chorus]

one: Pain & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done rap that's the whole Dope House family
What you mean everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you know 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
[Cee:] Just me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't lie Dope House till I die
With my in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
Sippin' on skurr and its up my speech
Comin' out the H, where they cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that your makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu homes, I'ma 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
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 dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo