Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to
Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles
throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made north of the border
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit like to back
real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your like medicine
Wanna be On the H-town
ballas fight for the rebound
B-town to motherfuckin
Creep around G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse
Top that! the all that
Strike like a snake and like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't worse
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm on the search, sometime I go to church
Seven deuce old school Cadillac the skirts
And I speak for on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some
But ya already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he fuck with police
And all' beat the dog out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some heads be ringing
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[Verse 3:
and the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a
This for my gangstas, stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see your language
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for off
Rollin' my comrades
and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff
Some
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it screwed up, I don't 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
Anybody plays about it, my lady has
from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but hold the
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck broke! C'mon
I'm fanna ya to the spot where the homies roam
We don't, take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a in to body 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 suspect
We leaving proof, that there ain't no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Luciano]
to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane?
Naw is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly a pelican, leanin' of medicine
pay checks slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, strike back
all this mics got my money on stack
Hold up, dust me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, a big Lac'a
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 wreck and get a
Turn up your deck, dope
We iced up and priced up, and in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them
I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we
Man it's a dirty but yet I shine so clean
Nigga what ever you and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm 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 hater just 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 water in hot
And it ain't nothing new, just the same old shit
day, another dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
Remember me in the hustle
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 on the roof
the flows in the booth
And drop the top on the
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed one soldado
on an avocado
With my up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the like block
Throw your hood up, throw hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top
Grindin', shinnin', like a spot light
on them 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 your boy, get punk ass whole face
Drop you like a case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
Most the we loading clips
we holding chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
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
This is for streets, cause my is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
a thousand 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 thousand miles just summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the
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 us just say no, I had to hustle though
that I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And too late

[Verse 10:
My homie died and the cops it drug related
I was standing right there when his fainted
And I trapped, cause I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube
I a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a that they call Honduras
Nothing about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house of empty stomachs
While other kids was at Mcdonald's twenty nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my
My chrome spits and I know to hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancing a glow sticks

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

[Pain chorus]

[Bridge Pain & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you mean at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already their rap that's the whole 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
[Cee:] Just me when to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie Dope House 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 talkin bout the kind 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
Blowin' skunk and its fuckin' with my brain
to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I don't really
Keeping my on a six double O
Rims in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo