Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made Mexicans north of the
Land of the free, smoking with my Gordo
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
through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
Real ballas fight for the
to motherfuckin G-town
Creep everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
Make me out, me out
south, my hood got more slack
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on back
Top that! the all that
like a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby
Hoe ass niggaz, ain't nothing worse
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to
Seven deuce old school Cadillac with the
And I speak for motherfuckers on the and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for dough
But ya know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, might be the
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck 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 heads gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[Verse 3:
Money and the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a fo-fo up in my as for real'a
This for my gangstas, forty-five
Throw yo set up, let me see your sound
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
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 puff
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it ain't up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I at ups and downs
Anybody plays it, my lady has sounds
Homie the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was in a broken home, the groceries gone
Momma snorting coke to the dome, but the foam
She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
And how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck broke! C'mon
I'm take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We don't, take no shit from nobody
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, where I'm
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect
We leaving proof, that there ain't been no justice
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
to wreck it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a
Naw is arrived here to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me start
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up like crack, Luck strike
Wreckin' all this mics got my on stack
Hold up, come me off pass me the weed (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too Sprite
tip stacka, swang a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to and get a check
Turn up deck, this dope
We up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking them
Cause I'ma hustle I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got seven in it
House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
Nigga 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, just 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 sharp as a
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 case to

[Verse 7:
to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
me in the hustle town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle
If yous' a Jane
Throw your hands in the air on this SPM is the producer
With the standing on the roof
Drop the flows in the
And drop the top on the
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 I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies more dough
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block block
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A driver, up and down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie Graimmie
Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
Fucking with your boy, get your punk ass whole
Drop you like a dope case, faster a pony kick
Nigga beat feet, kick some rocks with that homie shit
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 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, a trip
a thousand grams to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles this summer
Ever since the first day of June, napping on a
Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is right back I promise, dawg I'm blowing up the spot
Listen, is only me I got a million corner
Feds tap my house phone and still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
taught us just say no, I had to hustle though
Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy and eight ball, hit the block runnin'
the world 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 there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place they call Honduras
Nothing fake about my life except my car
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
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 law, so don't pawn my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to hoe clicks
Nate at the dancing with a glow sticks

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

[Pain interrupts

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

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't lie Dope House till I die
my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
Sippin' on and its slurin up my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake
I ain't bout the kind that your momma makes
I need a little space, is the place
Ya tu homes, I'ma represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple skunk and its fuckin' 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 on a six double O
Rims dripped in chrome, and Benz dripped in
can't stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo