Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
made Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed with my
laid back in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this like back to back
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
Wanna be On the H-town
ballas fight 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 ridin' on back
Top that! the all that
Strike like a snake and 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 still on the search, I go to church
deuce 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 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
I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no hear
real talk, real breath, make it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Rodriguez]
your hood 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 you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' my comrades
and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' 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 about
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 alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My is gone
being broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot the homies roam
We surely don't, take no from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, is in prison
We been our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't just here
We leaving proof, that there been 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 save the day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of
Johnny pay slash playa made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start
Blue and diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
Wreckin' all this mics got my money on
Hold up, come me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby put too much Sprite
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big
Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and that strip club
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma you dumb bitch!
Send to and get a check
Turn up your deck, dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in

[Verse 6:
Seven fo' I be sacking them digits
Cause 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 game but yet I so clean
what ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm 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 like the
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't 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', water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the old shit
Another day, another dollar, another to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South Park met him at
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we hood
Remember me in the town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle
If yous' a user
Throw your in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the
Drop the in the booth
And drop the top on the
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team making
Got 'em screaming Dope up in Germany
Rasheed number one
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
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 hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas
Tippin' on the lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a light
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
they might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
Fucking with your boy, get punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie
the time we loading clips
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to Screw tapes
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
it in a cool place
Everything is
This is for streets, cause my is my family

[Verse 9:
You can me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause street hustler, twenty thousand miles just this summer
Ever since the day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a dollar corner
tap my house phone and they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, momma I'm thuggin'
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
that I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And too late

10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops it drug related
I was standing right there when his fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I 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 you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place they call Honduras
Nothing about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress
positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of stomachs
other kids was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huevos
My spits and I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the dancing with a glow sticks

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

[Pain interrupts

[Bridge one: Pain &
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
[Cee:] you mean everybody? 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 it I have to take you off
Just tell me when to come 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' this
on skurr and its slurin up my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake
I talkin bout the kind that your momma 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
Blowin' purple skunk and its with my brain
to stack change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the another neighborhood killin'
When will they I don't really know
Keeping my mind on a six O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in
Just can't stop like a car no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo