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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Razaville Texas to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
throughout Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans of the border
of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid in yo' Cadillac
Let me jump in this like back to back
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your like medicine.
Wanna be down? On the
Real fight for the rebound
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 all that
Strike a snake & attack like a bobcat.

[Baby Verse 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 Cadillac with the skirts
& I speak for on the couch & the flo'
a Mexican like my self is out for the dough
But you know, if you got big pelota's
Anybody now a days, might be the
A young Beesh, he don't fuck with police
& he'll beat the dop shit out nephew & niece
If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' & singin'
I'm a call the squad & some heads gon' be ringin'
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[South Mexican: Verse 3]
Money & the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar
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 crack rock, steal a
Jack for a key & sell that for half off
with my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, everybody 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 hear it
Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

Verse 4]
I throw my set rounds, I at up's & down's
plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homey from the Nawf side & I'm all mine
Money paper chasin' stack it up, I gotta count
I...
Was raised in a home, the groceries gone
Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the
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 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, is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm
We been a victim, see we just suspect's here
We leavin' proof, that there ain't been no here
My hood.

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

[Lucky 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
than a pelican, leanin' off medicine
Johnny pay slash player made Mexican
my introduction, now let me start stuntin'
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, 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 Milonakis in my den on big
Addicted to Henne & that strip shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you bitch!
Sent to & get a check
up your deck, this dope
We iced up & priced up & in Benzo's.

[Powda: 6]
7: 24' I be them digits
I'm a hustle 'til I die & I'm in it to win it
Makin' my paper independent, got 7 in it
Dope House eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm on the side or I'm droppin' these verses
I got a service for you hoes, watch me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em when I up in a big body
be followin' me, stockin' like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine 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' water in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the old shit
Another day, another dollar, another to catch.

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

Verse 7]
Philly to South Park met him at
Graduate 88, we still hood.
me in the Hustle Town?
I let the Mary Go Round put the down
"If a Jane user
your hands 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 makin'
Got 'em Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed 1 soldado
Puffin' on an
With my foot up on the
& a bottle of the Bourbon I swerve in the low-low
Solo' fo' sho' homies more dough
Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your hood up, your hood up
Let it drop!

Verse 8]
Cadillac driver, up & the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin' shinnin' blindin' like a spot
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's
Yeah might want us, but they won't get behind 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 beat your feet, kick rocks with that homey shit
Most the time we loadin'
Otherwise we holdin'
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip stun & we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the waist line, in the suit case
Drop it in a place
gravity
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

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

[Quota: 9]
You can call me Mr. Brick, take 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
'Cause I'm a hustler, 20, 000 miles just this summer
since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama
Got Boomerang glow, once 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, knows I'm thuggin'
& I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up oven met
Teachers us Just say no. I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't want to so
Buy half & 8 ball, hit the block
the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the cops it drug related
I was standin' right there when his mother
& I felt trapped, cause I know I choose fate
I grabbed my & made that bitch lose weight
88 with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk
I'm a place that they call Hondura's
Nothin' fake my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
Nothin' positive about me, except my test
I grew up in a full of empty stomachs
other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all across the
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huelo's
My chrome spits & I know to hoe clicks
Nate at the club with a glow sticks.

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

interrupts chorus:]

[Breakdown 1: Pain &
Carolyn.
Carolyn: what?
Pain: Uhm ... Los said he want a hook at the end of the song.
Carolyn: Oh. You mean one at the end of the
Pain: Yeah, everybody's already done their rap that's the Dope House Family.
Carolyn: What you mean everybody? 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 like it I have to take 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, breakin' beats
on skurrup & 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 sabes homes, I'm a represent my
New to the scene, but not to the
purple skun & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to change, up to the ceilin'
Lookin' out the window neighborhood killin'.
When will chill? I don't really know
my mind on a 6 double O
Rims dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in
Just stop like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.