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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Razaville Texas to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made north of the border
Land of the free, smokin' with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers back in yo' Cadillac
Let me in this shit like back to back
Stay real for life, roll down
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
through your veins like medicine.
Wanna be down? On the
ballers fight for the rebound
B-Town to muthafuckin'
Creep around G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more
Than 88 cowboys on horse back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike like a & attack like a bobcat.

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

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

Park 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, like caterpillar
Pour a .44 up in my as for real'a
for my gangsta's 45 stainless
Throw yo' set up, let me see your language
Sell a crack rock, steal a
Jack for a key & sell bitch for half off
with my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, everybody bought
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 wanna it
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

Verse 4]
I my set rounds, I been at up's & down's
Anybody plays it, my lady has sounds
Homey the Nawf side & I'm all about mine
paper chasin' stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was in a broken home, the groceries gone
Mama coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
& how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck bein' broke! on
I'm take ya to the spot where the homie's roam
We surely don't take no from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in 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 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 deck
Dope click came to wreck.

Luciano: Verse 5]
Came to wreck it.
up in the sky. Is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the day
Flyer than a pelican, off medicine
Johnny pay checks slash player made
my introduction, now let me start 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 dust me off pass me the weed
Now mix me up some zip but don't put too much Sprite
I'm a tip stacker, swang a big
Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
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 & up & crawlin' in Benzo's.

Verse 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' them
Cause I'm a hustle I die & I'm in it to win it
Makin' my independent, got 7 years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty but yet I shine so clean
Nigga you need & puff, now holla at me
I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' these verses
I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse 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 like water in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's the same old shit
Another day, another dollar, case to catch.

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

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

Verse 8]
Cadillac driver, up & the slab maine
Cousin, man is but supreme in my gas tank
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin' blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they get behind me
Now I'm doin' 90, all gas no
with your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced
Drop you like a dope case, faster than a kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homey
the time we loadin' clips
Otherwise we holdin'
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip stun & we to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
it in a cool place
Everything's
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

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

[Quota: 9]
You can me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a grams to the bumper, Man & make 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 street hustler, 20, 000 miles just summer
Ever since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a
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 dollar corner
Fed's tap my house phone & they out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, mama I'm thuggin'
& I should of been a chef the way I cook up your 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 runnin'
the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

[Low-G: 10]
My homey died & the cops called it related
I was standin' right there his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I choose fate
I grabbed my & 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 they call
Nothin' fake my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense
Nothin' positive me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house of empty stomachs
While other kids was at gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all the ghetto's
Boy you the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huelo's
My chrome spits & I to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancin' a glow sticks.

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

[Pain interrupts

[Breakdown 1: & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: what?
Pain: Uhm ... Los he didn't 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 whole House Family.
Carolyn: What you mean everybody? What 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 gon' lie Dope House 'til I die
my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin' high
Rollin' up sweets, breakin' beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my
Comin' out the H, where they bake
I ain't 'bout the kind that your mama makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu homes, I'm a represent my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' skun & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Lookin' out the window another killin'.
will they chill? I don't really know
Keepin' my on a 6 double O
dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.