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

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

[Baby Bash: 2]
Hoe ass niggas, there ain't nothin'
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 the skirts
& I speak for muthafuckers on the couch & the
Cause a Mexican 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 Beesh, he don't fuck with police
& he'll the dop shit out your nephew & niece
If they ever get the yellin' tellin' & singin'
I'm a call the whole squad & some heads gon' be
I'm Dope House stout, a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

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

[South Park Mexican: 3]
Money & the power, on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for
This for my 45 stainless
Throw yo' set up, let me see your language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key & sell that bitch for off
with my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, everybody Lac's
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too $hort, even chop New
If it ain't screwed up, I don't hear it
Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a antenna.
Muthafucker.

[Coast: 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at up's &
Anybody plays it, my lady has sounds
Homey the Nawf side & I'm all about mine
Money paper chasin' stack it up, I count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
& how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck 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 trip on nobody, get a in your body, uh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, I'm livin'
We been a victim, see we ain't suspect's here
We leavin' proof, that there ain't been no justice
My hood.

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

[Lucky Verse 5]
Came to it. Huh?
Look up in the sky. Is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the day
Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off
Johnny pay checks player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
all these mic's got my money on stack
Hold up, come dust me off 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
Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne & strip club shit
Tell them of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch!
Sent to wreck & get a
up your deck, this dope
We iced up & priced up & in Benzo's.

[Powda: 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' digits
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 it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
Nigga whatever you & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin' on the or I'm droppin' these verses
I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
& I be 'em when I pull up in a big body
They be followin' me, stockin' the paparazzi
So fuck a they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the 15's 10 reclined on screens
& I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a
Quick to get it poppin' water in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old
Another day, another dollar, another to catch.

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

Verse 7]
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
88, H-Town we still hood.
Remember me in the Town?
I let the Mary Go put the hustle down
"If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air" on track SPM is the producer
Riddla' standin' On Da
Drop the in the booth
& the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team makin'
Got 'em Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
on an avocado
With my foot up on the
& a bottle of the Bourbon I swerve in the low-low
Solo' fo' sho' homies gettin' more
Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like
Throw hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

Verse 8]
Cadillac driver, up & the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothin' but in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight
Grindin' shinnin' blindin' a spot light
on them cops like Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah might want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doin' 90, all gas no
with your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced
Drop you like a dope case, faster a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some with that homey shit
Most the time we loadin'
Otherwise we chips
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip & we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the case
Drop it in a cool
gravity
This is for streets my hood is my family.

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

Verse 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a thousand to the bumper, Man & make it flip
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 this summer
Ever since the 1st day of June, on a cama
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 only me I got a dollar corner
tap my house phone & they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, knows I'm thuggin'
& I should of been a chef the way I cook up your oven met
Teachers taught us Just say no. I had to though
Even that I broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy & 8 ball, hit the block runnin'
Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the cops
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the cops it drug related
I was standin' right there when his fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina & made that bitch weight
88 with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place they call Hondura's
Nothin' fake about my life except my car
Bullet vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothin' positive about me, except my piss
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other 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
Nate at the club dancin' with a sticks.

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

[Pain interrupts

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

[Carolyn: 11]
I ain't gon' lie House 'til I die
my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin' high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these
Sippin' on & it slur my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind your mama makes
I a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu homes, I'm a represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple skun & is fuckin' my brain
to stack change, up to the ceilin'
Lookin' out the window another killin'.
When will they chill? I really know
my mind 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.