Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Razaville Texas Houston to
in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' throught Dallas, Boritos, and
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smoking weed my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid back in yo
Let me jump in this like back to back
Stay real for life, roll south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
Wanna be down? On the
ballas fight for the rebound
B-town to 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 slack
eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back
Top that! the all that
like a snake and attack like a bobcat

[Verse 2: Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
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 Mexican like my self is out for some
But ya know, if you got big pelotas
Anybody now a days, might be the
A Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' the dog shit out your nephew and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, and singing
I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up and no though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

[Chorus: Rodriguez]
your 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 you all about it
of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
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 language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for off
Rollin' with my
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Some
Tap tap Too Short, even chop New
If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, represent'a
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
Money paper chasing stack it up, I 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 the chrome, My hope is gone
Fuck broke! C'mon
I'm fanna take ya to the spot the homies roam
We surely don't, no shit from nobody
So trip on nobody, get a clip 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 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 bird or a
Naw Superman is arrived to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, of medicine
Johnny pay checks slash playa made
Theres my introduction, now let me start
Blue and diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck strike
Wreckin' all this mics got my on stack
Hold up, dust 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, a big Lac'a
Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne and strip club shit
Tell hoes of the jump I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to wreck and get a
Turn up your deck, dope
We up and priced up, and crawling in Benzos

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking digits
Cause I'ma hustle I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my independent, got seven years in it
Dope House eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
Nigga what ever you 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 I pull up in a big body
They be me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, 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
to get it poppin', like water in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
Remember me in the town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the down
If yous' a user
your hands in the air on this track SPM is the producer
With the laws on the roof
Drop the flows in the
And drop the top on the
Ain't no the dude
My making currency
Got 'em screaming Dope up in Germany
number one soldado
Puffin' on an
With my foot up on the
And a of the Bourbon cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' more
Sleeping is for dreamers on the block block
Throw your hood up, your hood up
Let it drop!

[Verse 8:
A Cadillac driver, up and down the maine
Cousin, man is nothing but supreme in my gas
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight
Grindin', shinnin', like a spot light
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
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 your feet, some rocks with that homie shit
Most the time we loading
Otherwise we holding
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip skunk and we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit
Drop it in a place
is gravity
This is for streets, cause my is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Brick, take 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 just summer
since the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, 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 dollar
Feds tap my house phone and they still out of
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I cook up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle
Even that I stayed broke, didn't want to so
Buy half and eight ball, hit the block
Though the world was mine, till I saw the coming
And it's too

[Verse 10:
My homie died and the cops it drug related
I was standing there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina and made bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my socks
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 stress
Nothing about me, except my piss 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 pawn my
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe
Nate at the club with a glow sticks

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

[Pain interrupts

[Bridge one: Pain &
Carolyn!
[Cee:] what?
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los he didn't want a hook at the end of the song
[Cee:] Oh you we're at the end of the song?
Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about
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
my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' this
on skurr 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, 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
Tryin' to change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the another neighborhood killin'
When will they chill? I really know
Keeping my mind on a six O
Rims in chrome, and Benz dripped in paint
Just stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo