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

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

[Baby 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 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
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 snitchin' yellin' tellin' &
I'm a call the whole squad & some heads gon' be
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up & no though
It's real talk, real breath, it clear hoe!

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

[South Park Verse 3]
Money & the power, on the Prowler
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
for my gangsta's 45 stainless
Throw yo' set up, let me see your sign
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
for a key & sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' my comrades
Buddy & we all blast, bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Newports
Tap tap Too $hort, even chop New
If it ain't screwed up, I don't hear it
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, inside a antenna.
Muthafucker.

Verse 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at up's &
plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homey from the Nawf side & I'm all about
Money paper chasin' stack it up, I gotta count
I...
Was raised in a broken home, the groceries
Mama snortin' coke to the dome, but 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 spot where the homie's
We don't take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in 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 just here
We leavin' proof, that there ain't been no justice
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 or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to save the day
Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off
pay checks slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me stuntin'
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
all these mic's got my money on stack
Hold up, dust 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 & strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you bitch!
to wreck & get a check
Turn up your deck, this
We iced up & up & crawlin' in Benzo's.

[Powda: 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' them
Cause I'm a hustle I die & I'm in it to win it
my paper independent, got 7 years in it
Dope House eyes, nigga that's 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 or I'm droppin' these verses
I got a service for you hoes, watch me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em when I pull up in a big
be followin' me, stockin' like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, can't shine like me
I got the 15's 10 inch 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 just the same old
Another day, another dollar, another to catch.

Carolyn:]
Throw hood up
All my G's
Turn up deck
Dope House 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
your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the producer
Riddla' On Da Roof
Drop the in the booth
& the top on the coupe
no stoppin' the dude
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed number 1
Puffin' on an
With my up on the throttle
& a of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo' fo' homies gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for on the block like block
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

[Grimm: 8]
Cadillac driver, up & down the maine
Cousin, man is nothin' but in my gas tank
on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin' shinnin' blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get me
Now I'm 90, all gas no breaks
Fuckin' with your boy, get your ass hoe faced
Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homey
the time we loadin' clips
Otherwise we chips
Hittin' scores, kickin'
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip stun & we slide to them tapes
in the waist line, money in the suit case
Drop it in a cool
gravity
This is for streets my hood is my family.

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

[Quota: 9]
You can call me Mr. Brick, take a trip
a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it flip
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the federal for my stash, my on my lap
'Cause I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 miles this summer
Ever the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama
Got Boomerang glow, once 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 & still out of order
I'm the son of a preacher man, mama knows I'm
& I should of been a the way I cook crack up your oven 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
the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

[Low-G: 10]
My homey died & the cops called it drug
I was standin' right there when his fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose
I grabbed my nina & that bitch lose weight
88 with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that call Hondura's
Nothin' fake my life except my car insurance
Bullet proof vest, my sense stress
positive about me, except my piss test
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other kids was at gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all across the
Boy you think the law, so don't pawn my huelo's
My chrome spits & I to chase hoe clicks
at the club dancin' with a glow sticks.

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

[Pain chorus:]

[Breakdown 1: Pain &
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, everybody's already done their rap that's the whole Dope Family.
Carolyn: What you everybody? What about mine?
Pain: 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: Just tell me when to 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, these beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake
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' skun & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Lookin' out the window another killin'.
When will they chill? I don't know
Keepin' my mind on a 6 O
Rims dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in
Just can't stop like a car no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.