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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Razaville Texas Houston to
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos &
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, smokin' weed my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid back in yo'
Let me jump in shit like back to back
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
through your veins like medicine.
Wanna be 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 slack
Than 88 ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike a snake & attack like a bobcat.

Bash: Verse 2]
Hoe ass niggas, there ain't 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 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, might be the
A young Baby Beesh, he fuck with police
& he'll beat the dop shit out your & niece
If they get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' & singin'
I'm a the whole squad & some heads gon' be ringin'
I'm Dope House stout, a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[South Park Mexican: 3]
Money & the power, on the Prowler
up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a .44 up in my as for real'a
This for my gangsta's 45
Throw yo' set up, let me see your sign
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
Jack for a key & sell that for half off
Rollin' with my
Buddy & we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Some
Tap tap Too $hort, chop 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
Home of the rock, inside a 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 & I'm all about mine
Money chasin' stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a home, the groceries gone
Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the
She left Coast alone, I'm grown
& 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 shit from
So don't trip on nobody, get a in your body, uh
This the gut of the ghetto, is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm
We a victim, see we ain't just suspect's here
We proof, that there ain't been no justice here
My hood.

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

[Lucky Luciano: 5]
to wreck it. Huh?
Look up in the sky. Is it a bird or a
Naw is arrived here to save the damn day
Flyer a pelican, leanin' off medicine
Johnny pay checks slash 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, dust 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 club shit
Tell them hoes of the I'm a pimp you dumb bitch!
Sent to & get a check
Turn up deck, this dope
We iced up & 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 platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
Nigga you need & 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 hurtin' 'em when I up in a big body
They be followin' me, like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they shine like me
I got the 15's 10 inch on screens
& I'm a dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch.

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

[Rasheed: 7]
to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, we still hood.
Remember me in the Town?
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
standin' On Da Roof
Drop the flows in the
& the top on the coupe
Ain't no stoppin' the
My team makin'
Got 'em screamin' Dope out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
Puffin' on an
With my foot up on the
& 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 your up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 8]
Cadillac driver, up & the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, on some top flight
Grindin' shinnin' blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie 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 a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga your feet, kick some rocks with that homey shit
the time we loadin' clips
Otherwise we holdin'
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip & we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the case
it in a cool place
Everything's
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

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

Verse 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it flip
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
'Cause I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 miles this summer
Ever the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I 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 & they still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, mama I'm thuggin'
& I should of a chef the way I cook crack up your oven met
Teachers us Just say no. I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, didn't to struggle so
Buy half & 8 ball, hit the block
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' there when his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose
I my nina & made that bitch lose weight
88 with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was tryin' to do the
I'm from a place that they call
fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
Nothin' positive about me, except my test
I grew up in a house of empty stomachs
While other kids was at McDonald's 20 nuggets
& I'm all across 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 hood up
All my G's rep...

interrupts chorus:]

[Breakdown 1: & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: what?
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, everybody's already done their rap that's the whole Dope Family.
Carolyn: What you mean everybody? about mine?
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 it I have to take you off.
Carolyn: Just me when to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I gon' lie Dope 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' the kind that your mama makes
I a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple & is fuckin' with my brain
to stack change, up to the ceilin'
Lookin' out the window another killin'.
When will they chill? I don't know
my mind on a 6 double O
Rims dripped in chrome & dripped in paint
can't stop like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.