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

[Juan Verse 1]
Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made Mexicans of the border
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid back in yo'
Let me jump in this shit back to back
Stay real for life, roll south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is that
Flowin' through veins like medicine.
Wanna be down? On the
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 more
88 cowboys ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The all that
like a snake & attack like a bobcat.

[Baby Bash: 2]
Hoe ass niggas, ain't nothin' worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
& I'm on the search, sometimes I go to church
7 deuce old school Cadillac the skirts
& I for muthafuckers on the couch & the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my is out for the dough
But you already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, be the chota's
A young Baby Beesh, he don't fuck police
& he'll beat the dop shit out your nephew &
If ever get the snitchin' 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, breath, make it clear hoe!

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

[South Mexican: Verse 3]
Money & the power, glass on the
Blaze up a 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 your sign
Sell a crack rock, steal a
for a key & sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' my comrades
& we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Some
Tap tap Too $hort, even New York
If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it
Lac on pancake, while I'm up the syrup
In the pen-agena, represent'a
of the rock, inside a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

[Coast: 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at up's &
plays about 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 gone
Mama snortin' to the dome, but hold the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
& learned how to hold the chrome, My is gone.
bein' broke! Come on
I'm finna take ya to the spot the homie's roam
We surely don't take no shit from
So don't trip on nobody, get a in your body, uh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been our religion, where 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.

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

[Lucky Verse 5]
Came to it. Huh?
up in the sky. Is it a bird or a plane?
Naw is arrived here to save the damn day
Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off
Johnny pay slash player made Mexican
my introduction, now let me start stuntin'
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up crack, Luck strike back
Wreckin' all 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, swang a big
Watchin' Andy Milonakis in my den on big
Addicted to Henne & strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you bitch!
Sent to wreck & get a
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 paper independent, got 7 in it
House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
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 pull up in a big
They be me, stockin' like the paparazzi
So a hater 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 as a crease
Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot
& it ain't new, it's just the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, case to catch.

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

Verse 7]
Philly to South Park met him at
Graduate 88, we still hood.
Remember me in the Hustle
I let the Go Round put the hustle down
"If yous' a Jane
Throw your hands in the air" on this SPM is the producer
Riddla' standin' On Da
Drop the in the booth
& the top on the coupe
no stoppin' the dude
My team currency
Got 'em screamin' Dope out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
on an avocado
With my up on the throttle
& a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the
Solo' fo' sho' homies more dough
is for dreamers on the block like block
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

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

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

[Quota: 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my 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 that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is comin' back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot
Listen, only me I got a million dollar corner
Fed's tap my house phone & they 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 hustle
that I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy & 8 ball, hit the block runnin'
Thought the world was mine I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the called it drug related
I was right there when his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina & made that bitch weight
Since 88 with a nick in my socks
I been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that call Hondura's
Nothin' fake about my life my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa stress
Nothin' positive me, except my piss test
I grew up in a full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20
& I'm all across the ghetto's
Boy you think the law, so don't 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 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 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 like it I to take you off.
Carolyn: Just tell me to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I ain't gon' lie House 'til I die
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin'
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my
Comin' out the H, where they cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your makes
I need a little space, is the place
Ya tu homes, I'm a represent 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 another neighborhood killin'.
will they chill? I don't really know
Keepin' my mind on a 6 O
Rims dripped in chrome & dripped in paint
Just stop like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.