Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

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

2: Baby 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
Seven deuce old school Cadillac the skirts
And I for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a like my self is out for some dough
But ya already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, might be the
A Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And beat the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they get the snitching, yelling, telling and singing
call the whole squad and some heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear
It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

[Chorus: Rodriguez]
Throw your up
All my G's
Turn up your
House click came to wreck

[Verse 3:
Money and the power, on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a
for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
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 bought
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
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, Hillwood
Home of the rock, 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 Nawf side, and I'm all mine
Money paper chasing it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone
being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit nobody
So don't on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
Came to it huh!
up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Fly than a pelican, of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up like crack, strike back
Wreckin' all mics got my money on stack
Hold up, come 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' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma you dumb bitch!
Send to and get a check
up your deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking digits
I'ma hustle till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my 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, watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I up in a big body
They be following me, stalking the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on
And I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a
Quick to get it poppin', like water in hot
And it ain't new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, another case to

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

[Verse 8:
A driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's
Yeah might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking with your boy, get your ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, than a pony kick
Nigga beat feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
the time we loading clips
Otherwise we holding
scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
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
is for streets, cause my hood is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
Cause I'ma hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the
Listen, is only me I got a dollar 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 been a the way I cook 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 was mine, till I saw the cops 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 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 socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm from a place that call Honduras
fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress
Nothing positive about me, except my test
I grew up in a full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't my huevos
My chrome spits and I to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the dancing with a glow sticks

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

[Pain chorus]

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

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I gonna lie Dope House till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beat
Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up my
out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin the kind that your momma makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma represent my
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 window another neighborhood
When will they chill? I don't know
Keeping my mind on a six O
dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo