Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family (Chopped & Screwed)

[Juan Verse 1]
Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made Mexicans of the border
Land of the free, smokin' with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid in yo' Cadillac
Let me jump in this like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your like medicine.
Wanna be On the H-Town
Real ballers fight for the
to muthafuckin' G-Town
Creep everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got slack
88 cowboys ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike like a & attack like a bobcat.

[Baby Bash: 2]
Hoe ass niggas, there ain't worse
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
& I'm on the search, sometimes I go to church
7 deuce old school Cadillac with the
& I for muthafuckers on the couch & the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my is out for the dough
But you already know, if you got big
now a days, might be the chota's
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck police
& he'll the dop shit out your nephew & niece
If ever get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' & singin'
I'm a call the whole squad & some gon' be ringin'
I'm House stout, fuck a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

[Chorus:
Throw your up
All my G's
Turn up your
Dope click came to wreck.

[South Mexican: Verse 3]
& the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, like caterpillar
Pour a .44 up in my as for real'a
for my gangsta's 45 stainless
Throw yo' set up, let me see your language
a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key & sell bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, bought Lac's
got stacks, some of us puff Black's
Some
Tap tap Too $hort, chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, inside a antenna.
Muthafucker.

[Coast: 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at up's &
plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homey the Nawf side & I'm all about mine
Money paper chasin' stack it up, I gotta mine
I...
Was raised in a home, the groceries gone
Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
& how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone.
bein' broke! Come on
I'm finna take ya to the where the homie's roam
We surely don't take no from nobody
So don't on nobody, get a clip in your body, uh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We been our religion, where I'm livin'
We been a victim, see we ain't suspect's here
We leavin' proof, that ain't been no justice here
My hood.

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

[Lucky Luciano: 5]
Came to wreck it.
Look up in the sky. Is it a bird or a
Naw is arrived here to save the damn day
Flyer than a pelican, off medicine
pay checks slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start
Blue & diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, strike back
Wreckin' all these mic's got my on stack
up, come dust me off pass me the weed alright
Now mix me up zip but baby don't put too much Sprite
I'm a tip stacker, a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to & that strip club shit
Tell them of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch!
Sent to & get a check
Turn up your deck, this
We up & priced up & crawlin' in Benzo's.

Verse 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' digits
Cause I'm a hustle I die & I'm in it to win it
Makin' my independent, got 7 years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's we finish
Man it's a game but yet I shine so clean
whatever you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm these verses
I got a service for you hoes, watch me disperse it
& I be 'em when I pull up in a big body
be followin' me, stockin' like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they mad, they can't shine like me
I got the 15's 10 inch on screens
& I'm a fine dime piece, I be as a crease
Quick to get it poppin' like in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old
Another day, dollar, another case to catch.

[Chorus:
your hood up
All my G's
Turn up deck
Dope click came to wreck.

Verse 7]
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
Remember me in the Hustle
I let the Mary Go put the hustle down
"If yous' a user
Throw your in the air" on this track SPM is the producer
Riddla' standin' On Da
Drop the in the booth
& drop the top on the
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
& a bottle of the 'cause I swerve in the low-low
fo' sho' homies gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for on the block like block
Throw hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

Verse 8]
Cadillac driver, up & down the maine
Cousin, man is nothin' but supreme in my gas
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin' shinnin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they get behind me
Now I'm doin' 90, all gas no
Fuckin' with your boy, get punk ass hoe faced
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick
beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homey shit
Most the we loadin' clips
Otherwise we holdin'
Hittin' scores, kickin'
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip stun & we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the waist line, in the suit case
Drop it in a cool
Everything's
This is for streets my hood is my family.

Carolyn:]
Throw hood up
All my G's
Turn up your
House click came to wreck.

[Quota: 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the for my stash, my Beretta on my lap
'Cause I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 miles just summer
Ever since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a
Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot
Is comin' right I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot
Listen, it's only me I got a million corner
Fed's tap my house phone & still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, mama I'm thuggin'
& I of been a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us say no. I had to hustle though
Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half & 8 ball, hit the runnin'
Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the comin'
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the called it drug related
I was standin' right there when his mother
& I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina & made that lose weight
Since 88 with a nick in my socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm from a place that they Hondura's
fake 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 full of empty stomachs
While other was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm all across the ghetto's
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my
My spits & I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancin' a glow sticks.

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

[Pain interrupts

1: Pain & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: Yeah
Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song.
Carolyn: Oh. You one at the end of the song?
Yeah, everybody's already done their rap that's the whole Dope House Family.
Carolyn: What you mean 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 like it I have to you off.
Just tell me when to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I ain't gon' lie Dope 'til I die
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' high
Rollin' up sweets, these beats
Sippin' on & it slur my speech
Comin' out the H, they bake cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu homes, I'm a represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' skun & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Lookin' out the window another killin'.
When they chill? I don't really know
Keepin' my mind on a 6 O
Rims dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in
Just can't stop like a car no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.