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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Razaville Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
throughout Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans of the border
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo.
laid back in yo' Cadillac
Let me jump in shit like back to back
Stay for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through veins like medicine.
be down? On the H-Town
Real fight for the rebound
to muthafuckin' G-Town
Creep everybody G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my hood got more
Than 88 cowboys ridin' on back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike like a snake & attack a bobcat.

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

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

[South Park Mexican: 3]
Money & the power, on the Prowler
Blaze up a as I tell you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, like caterpillar
Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for
This for my gangsta's 45
yo' set up, let me see your sign language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key & sell that for half off
Rollin' my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too $hort, even New York
If it screwed 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.
Muthafucker.

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

Carolyn:]
Throw your up
All my G's
up your deck
Dope click came to wreck.

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

Verse 6]
7: 24' I be them 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 when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
Nigga you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' verses
I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em when I pull up in a big
They be followin' me, like the paparazzi
So a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the 10 inch reclined on screens
& I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a
Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old
day, another dollar, another case to catch.

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

[Rasheed: 7]
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
Remember me in the Hustle
I let the Mary Go Round put the hustle
"If yous' a user
Throw your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the
Riddla' On Da Roof
Drop the in the booth
& the top on the coupe
Ain't no the dude
My makin' currency
Got 'em screamin' Dope out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
& a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the
Solo' fo' sho' homies gettin' more
Sleepin' is for on the block like block
Throw your hood up, throw hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 8]
driver, up & down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothin' but supreme in my gas
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin' shinnin' blindin' like a spot
Swangin' on cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm 90, all gas no breaks
Fuckin' with your boy, get your ass hoe faced
Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, some rocks with that homey shit
Most the time we clips
Otherwise we chips
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip stun & we slide to Screw tapes
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool
Everything's
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

[Chorus:
your 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 & it flip
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the for my stash, my Beretta on my lap
I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 miles just this summer
Ever since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a
Got that Boomerang glow, I throw it in the pot
Is comin' right back I promise, I'm blowin' up the spot
Listen, it's me I got a million dollar corner
Fed's tap my phone & they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, mama I'm thuggin'
& I should of been a the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers us Just say no. I had to hustle though
Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half & 8 ball, hit the block
Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the comin'
& too late.

[Low-G: 10]
My homey died & the cops it drug related
I was standin' there when his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta fate
I grabbed my & made that bitch lose weight
Since 88 a nick in my tube socks
I a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm a place that they call Hondura's
Nothin' fake about my life my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
Nothin' positive about me, my piss test
I grew up in a full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all the ghetto's
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't my huelo's
My spits & I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the dancin' with a glow sticks.

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

[Pain chorus:]

[Breakdown 1: & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: what?
Pain: Uhm ... Los he didn't want a hook at the end of the song.
Carolyn: Oh. You mean one at the end of the
Pain: Yeah, everybody's done their rap that's the whole Dope House Family.
Carolyn: What you mean everybody? What about
Pain: you don't know 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.
Carolyn: Just me when to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I gon' lie Dope House 'til I die
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my
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 sabes homes, I'm a my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple skun & is with my brain
Tryin' to change, up to the ceilin'
out the window another neighborhood killin'.
When they chill? I don't really know
Keepin' my on a 6 double O
Rims dripped in & Benz dripped in paint
can't stop like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.