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

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

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

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

Park Mexican: Verse 3]
Money & the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl like
a .44 up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangsta's 45
Throw yo' set up, let me see your sign
Sell a crack rock, steal a
for a key & sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my
Buddy & we all blast, everybody Lac's
Everybody got stacks, 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, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

[Coast: 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at & down's
Anybody plays about it, my has sounds
Homey from the Nawf side & I'm all mine
Money paper chasin' it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was in a broken home, the groceries gone
Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
& learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck bein' broke! on
I'm finna take ya to the spot the homie's roam
We surely don't take no from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a 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 just here
We leavin' proof, that there ain't no justice here
My hood.

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

Luciano: Verse 5]
Came to wreck it.
Look up in the sky. Is it a bird or a
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off
pay checks slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me stuntin'
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all these mic's got my money on
Hold up, come dust me off me the weed alright
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much
I'm a tip stacker, a big Lac'a
Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne & strip club shit
Tell hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch!
to wreck & get a check
Turn up your deck, this
We up & priced up & crawlin' in Benzo's.

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

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

Verse 7]
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
Remember me in the Town?
I let the Mary Go Round put the hustle
"If yous' a Jane
Throw your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the
standin' On Da Roof
Drop the flows in the
& drop the top on the
Ain't no the dude
My team 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 in the low-low
fo' sho' homies gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your hood up, your hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 8]
Cadillac driver, up & the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothin' but supreme in my gas
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin' shinnin' blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get me
Now I'm 90, all gas no breaks
Fuckin' your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced
you like a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga your feet, kick some rocks with that homey shit
Most the we loadin' clips
we holdin' chips
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip stun & we to them Screw 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.

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

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

Verse 10]
My homey died & the cops called it related
I was standin' there when his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose
I grabbed my & made that bitch lose weight
Since 88 with a in my tube socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm from a that they call Hondura's
Nothin' fake my life except my car insurance
proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothin' positive about me, my piss test
I grew up in a house of empty stomachs
other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all the ghetto's
Boy you think the law, so don't pawn my huelo's
My spits & I know to chase hoe clicks
at the club dancin' with a glow sticks.

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

interrupts chorus:]

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

[Carolyn: 11]
I ain't gon' lie House 'til I die
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' high
Rollin' up sweets, these beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it my speech
Comin' out the H, where bake cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that mama makes
I need a little space, Texas is the
Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a represent my
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to change, up to the ceilin'
Lookin' out the another neighborhood killin'.
When will they chill? I don't really
my mind on a 6 double O
Rims dripped in chrome & dripped in paint
Just can't stop like a car no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.