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

[Juan Gotti: 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
of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid back in yo'
Let me jump in this like back to back
real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is that
Flowin' through your veins medicine.
be down? On the H-Town
Real ballers for the rebound
B-Town to muthafuckin'
around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more
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 still on the search, I go to church
7 deuce old school Cadillac with the
& I speak for muthafuckers on the couch & the
Cause a like my self is out for the dough
But you already know, if you got big
now a days, might be the chota's
A young Baby Beesh, he don't with police
& he'll beat the dop 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 stout, fuck a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, make it hoe!

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

[South Mexican: Verse 3]
Money & the power, on the Prowler
up a blunt as I tell you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl caterpillar
a .44 up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my 45 stainless
Throw yo' set up, let me see sign language
Sell a crack rock, steal a
Jack for a key & sell that for half off
Rollin' with my
Buddy & we all blast, bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, of us puff Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too $hort, chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, inside a antenna.
Muthafucker.

Verse 4]
I throw my set rounds, I at up's & down's
Anybody about it, my lady has sounds
Homey from the Nawf side & I'm all mine
Money paper chasin' stack it up, I count mine
I...
Was raised in a home, the groceries gone
Mama coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
& 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 take no shit from nobody
So don't on nobody, get a clip in your body, uh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We been with our religion, I'm livin'
We been a victim, see we just suspect's here
We leavin' proof, that there been no justice here
My hood.

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

Luciano: Verse 5]
Came to wreck it.
Look up in the sky. Is it a bird or a
Naw Superman is 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 & diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all these mic's got my on stack
Hold up, come me off pass me the weed alright
Now mix me up some zip but baby put too much Sprite
I'm a tip stacker, swang a big
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big
Addicted to & that 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 iced up & priced up & in Benzo's.

[Powda: 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' digits
Cause I'm a hustle 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 dirty but yet I shine so clean
Nigga whatever you need & puff, now at me
Whether I'm on the side or I'm droppin' these verses
I got a service for you hoes, just watch me it
& I be hurtin' 'em when I up in a big body
They be followin' me, stockin' like the
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't like me
I got the 10 inch reclined on screens
& I'm a fine piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin' like in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch.

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

[Rasheed: 7]
to South Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
me in the Hustle Town?
I let the Mary Go Round put the hustle
"If yous' a Jane
Throw 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 currency
Got 'em Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed 1 soldado
on an avocado
With my up on the throttle
& a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I in the low-low
Solo' fo' sho' gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for on the block like block
your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 8]
Cadillac driver, up & down the slab
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
Tippin' on the lane, chuggin' on some top flight
shinnin' blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them 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 boy, get your punk ass hoe faced
Drop you like a dope case, faster a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, some rocks with that homey shit
Most the we loadin' clips
Otherwise we holdin'
scores, kickin' doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip & we slide to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit
Drop it in a cool
Everything's
This is for 'cause my hood is my family.

Carolyn:]
Throw hood 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 & make it
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 the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is comin' back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot
Listen, it's only me I got a million corner
tap my house phone & they still out of order
I'm the son of a man, mama knows I'm thuggin'
& I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your met
Teachers taught us Just say no. I had to hustle
Even that I stayed broke, didn't want to so
Buy half & 8 ball, hit the runnin'
the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

Verse 10]
My died & the cops called it drug related
I was standin' right there when his fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I my nina & made that bitch lose weight
Since 88 with a in my tube socks
I a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that call Hondura's
Nothin' fake about my life except my car
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
positive about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of stomachs
While other kids was at gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all across the
Boy you the fuckin' 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: & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: Yeah
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 rap that's the whole Dope House Family.
Carolyn: you mean everybody? 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 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
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' these
Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my
Comin' out the H, where they 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 skun & is fuckin' my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Lookin' out the another neighborhood killin'.
When they chill? I don't really know
Keepin' my mind on a 6 O
Rims dripped in & Benz dripped in paint
Just stop like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.