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

[Juan Verse 1]
Razaville Texas Houston to
in San Anto, screw Rich y Valles
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made Mexicans of the border
Land of the free, smokin' weed my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid back in yo'
Let me jump in this like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My alias is that
Flowin' through your like medicine.
Wanna be down? On the
Real ballers fight for the
B-Town to muthafuckin'
Creep around G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my got more slack
88 cowboys ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The all that
like a snake & 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, I go to church
7 deuce old Cadillac with the skirts
& I speak for muthafuckers on the & the flo'
a Mexican like my self is out for the dough
But you already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, might be the
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with
& beat the dop shit out your nephew & niece
If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' &
I'm a call the whole squad & some gon' be ringin'
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, it clear hoe!

Carolyn:]
Throw hood up
All my G's
Turn up deck
House click 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 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
Jack for a key & that bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, everybody Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too $hort, chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
of the rock, inside a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

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

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

[Lucky Verse 5]
to wreck it. Huh?
Look up in the sky. Is it a bird or a
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Flyer a pelican, leanin' off medicine
pay checks slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start
& yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all mic's got my money on stack
Hold up, come me off pass me the weed alright
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too Sprite
I'm a tip stacker, a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big
Addicted to Henne & that club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a you dumb bitch!
to wreck & get a check
Turn up deck, this dope
We iced up & priced up & in Benzo's.

Verse 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' digits
Cause I'm a 'til I die & I'm in it to win it
Makin' my independent, got 7 years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
whatever you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' verses
I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em I pull up in a big body
They be followin' me, stockin' the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't like me
I got the 15's 10 inch reclined on
& I'm a fine dime piece, I be sharp as a
to get it poppin' like water in hot grease
& 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 your
House click came to wreck.

[Rasheed: 7]
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
Remember me in the Hustle
I let the Mary Go put the hustle down
"If a Jane user
Throw hands in the air" on this track SPM is the producer
Riddla' On Da Roof
Drop the in the booth
& drop the top on the
no stoppin' the dude
My team currency
Got 'em screamin' Dope out in Germany
Rasheed 1 soldado
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
& a bottle of the 'cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo' fo' sho' homies more dough
Sleepin' is for dreamers on the like block
your hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 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
Swangin' on them cops Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they 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
Drop you like a dope case, than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that shit
Most the time we loadin'
we holdin' chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip stun & we to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, in the suit case
Drop it in a place
Everything's
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

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

Verse 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & 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 just this summer
since 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 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, mama knows I'm
& I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up oven met
Teachers taught us Just say no. I had to though
Even that I stayed broke, want to struggle so
Buy & 8 ball, hit the block runnin'
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 gotta choose
I grabbed my & made that bitch lose weight
Since 88 with a nick in my socks
I a G since you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a that they call Hondura's
fake about my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my sense stress
Nothin' positive about me, my piss test
I grew up in a full of empty stomachs
other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm all across the ghetto's
Boy you the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huelo's
My chrome & I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club with a glow sticks.

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

[Pain chorus:]

[Breakdown 1: Pain &
Carolyn.
Carolyn: Yeah
Pain: Uhm ... Los said he didn't 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 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: tell me when to come in.
Right... right... now.

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

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.