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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Razaville Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles
Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos &
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas Mexicans north of the border
of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid in yo' Cadillac
Let me jump in shit like back to back
real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through veins like medicine.
be down? On the H-Town
Real ballers fight for the
to muthafuckin' G-Town
Creep around G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
south, my hood got more slack
Than 88 ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike like a snake & 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 still on the search, sometimes I go to
7 deuce old school with the skirts
& I speak for on the couch & the flo'
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 fuck with police
& he'll beat the dop shit out nephew & niece
If they ever get the yellin' tellin' & singin'
I'm a call the whole squad & heads gon' be ringin'
I'm House 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
Turn up deck
Dope click came to wreck.

[South Park Verse 3]
Money & the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
out the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar
Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for
This for my gangsta's 45
Throw yo' set up, let me see your language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key & sell that for half off
Rollin' my comrades
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 wanna hear it
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
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 about it, my has sounds
Homey from the Nawf & I'm all about mine
Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm grown
& learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck bein' broke! on
I'm finna take ya to the where the homie's roam
We surely don't take no from nobody
So don't on nobody, get a clip in your body, uh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, I'm livin'
We a victim, see we ain't just suspect's here
We leavin' proof, that there been no justice here
My hood.

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

Luciano: Verse 5]
Came to it. Huh?
Look up in the sky. Is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the day
Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off
Johnny pay slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start
Blue & diamonds on teeth, baby I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, strike back
Wreckin' all these got my money on stack
up, come dust me off pass me the weed alright
Now mix me up some zip but don't put too much Sprite
I'm a tip stacker, a big Lac'a
Watchin' Andy in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne & that club shit
Tell hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch!
Sent to & 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 'til I die & I'm in it to win it
my paper independent, got 7 years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga when we finish
Man it's a game but yet I shine so clean
Nigga you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm droppin' these
I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em I pull up in a big body
They be followin' me, stockin' like the
So a hater they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the 15's 10 inch reclined on
& I'm a fine dime piece, I be as a crease
to get it poppin' like water in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old
Another day, dollar, another case to catch.

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

[Rasheed: 7]
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
Remember me in the Town?
I let the Go Round put the hustle down
"If yous' a Jane
Throw your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the
Riddla' standin' On Da
the flows in the booth
& the top on the coupe
Ain't no the dude
My team currency
Got 'em screamin' Dope out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
& a bottle of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the
Solo' fo' sho' gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for dreamers on the block like
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 8]
driver, up & down the slab maine
Cousin, man is nothin' but in my gas tank
Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on top flight
Grindin' blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie that's
Yeah they want us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm 90, all gas no breaks
with your boy, get your punk ass hoe faced
Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks that homey shit
Most the time we clips
we holdin' chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, rollin'
So we dip stun & we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
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 click came to wreck.

Verse 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a
Tape a thousand to the bumper, Man & make it flip
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my 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, I throw it in the pot
Is comin' right back I promise, 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 knows I'm
& I should of been a chef the way I cook crack up your met
Teachers taught us 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 comin'
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the cops called it drug
I was standin' right there his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta fate
I grabbed my nina & made that bitch weight
Since 88 with a in my tube socks
I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk
I'm a place that they call Hondura's
Nothin' about my life except my car insurance
proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothin' positive about me, except my piss
I grew up in a house full of stomachs
While other kids was at McDonald's 20 nuggets
& I'm known all across the
Boy you the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my huelo's
My chrome & I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club dancin' with a sticks.

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

interrupts chorus:]

[Breakdown 1: & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: what?
Pain: Uhm ... Los said he didn't a hook at the end of the song.
Oh. You mean one at the end of the song?
Pain: Yeah, already done their rap that's the whole Dope House Family.
Carolyn: What you mean What about mine?
Pain: Girl you don't how to rap.
Jaime, you got me fucked-up!
Pain: Okay... I'll let you try, but if Los like it I have to take you off.
Carolyn: tell me when to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I ain't gon' lie Dope House I die
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin'
Rollin' up sweets, these beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it slur my
Comin' out the H, they bake cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind your mama makes
I need a little space, is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a represent my
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
out the window another neighborhood killin'.
When will they chill? I really know
my mind on a 6 double O
Rims dripped in & Benz dripped in paint
can't stop like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.