Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Juan
Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
throught Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
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 in this shit like back to back
real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
through your veins like medicine
Wanna be down? On the
Real ballas for the rebound
to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my hood got more
Than eighty-eight ridin' on horse back
Top that! the all that
Strike like a snake and attack a bobcat

[Verse 2: Baby
Hoe ass niggaz, ain't nothing worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
And I'm still on the search, I go to church
Seven deuce old Cadillac with the skirts
And I for motherfuckers on the couch and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some
But ya know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, be the chotas
A young Baby Beesh, he don't with police
And all' the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If ever 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 though
It's real talk, real breath, it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Carolyn
Throw hood up
All my G's
up your deck
Dope House came to wreck

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

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has
Homie the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
paper chasing stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
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 where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to huh
This the gut of the ghetto, is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm
We been a victim, see we just suspect here
We proof, that there ain't been no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Lucky
Came to it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, of medicine
Johnny pay slash playa made Mexican
my introduction, now let me start stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up crack, Luck strike back
all this 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, swang a big
Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you bitch!
Send to wreck and get a
up your deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking digits
Cause I'ma till I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my independent, got seven years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
Nigga ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm on the side or I'm droppin this verses
I got a service for you hoes, watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em I pull up in a big body
They be me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten inch reclined on
And I'm a fine piece, I be sharp 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, case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
Remember me in the town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle
If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on track SPM is the producer
With the laws standing on the
Drop the flows in the
And the top on the coupe
no stoppin' the dude
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House up in Germany
Rasheed number one
Puffin' on an
With my up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon cause I in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies more dough
is for dreamers on the block like block
Throw your hood up, your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get me
Now I'm ninety, all gas no breaks
Fucking your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick
Nigga beat your feet, some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we clips
we holding chips
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' 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. Break-a- Brick, take a
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 I'ma street hustler, twenty thousand miles this summer
Ever since the day of June, napping on a cama
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, knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up oven met
taught us just say no, I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, want to struggle so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And it's too

10: Low-G]
My died 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 that loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a in my tube socks
I been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that call Honduras
Nothing about my life except my car insurance
Bullet vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothing positive about me, my piss test
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all across the
Boy you think the law, so don't pawn my huevos
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 interrupts

[Bridge one: & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you we're at the end of the song?
[Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole House family
[Cee:] What you everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] you don't know how to rap
Jaime, you got me fucked 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 in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beat
Sippin' on skurr and its slurin up my
Comin' out the H, where bake cakes
I ain't talkin bout the kind that momma makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race
New to the scene, but not to the
purple skunk and its fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Looking out the window another neighborhood
When they chill? I don't really know
my mind on a six double O
Rims in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo