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

[Juan Verse 1]
Razaville Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw Rich y
Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos &
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, weed with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid in yo' Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit back to back
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through veins like medicine.
be down? On the H-Town
Real ballers fight for the
B-Town to G-Town
Creep everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got more
88 cowboys ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The all that
Strike like a & attack like a bobcat.

[Baby Bash: 2]
Hoe ass niggas, there ain't worse
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
& I'm still on the search, sometimes I go to
7 deuce old school Cadillac with the
& I speak for on the couch & the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for the
But you already know, if you got big
now a days, might be the chota's
A young Beesh, he don't fuck with police
& he'll the dop shit out your nephew & niece
If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' &
I'm a the whole squad & some heads gon' be ringin'
I'm Dope House stout, fuck a set up & no hear
It's real talk, real breath, it clear hoe!

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

[South Park Verse 3]
Money & the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for
This for my 45 stainless
Throw yo' set up, let me see your language
Sell a rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key & that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my
& we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
Everybody got stacks, some of us Black's
Some
Tap tap Too $hort, chop New York
If it ain't screwed up, I don't wanna it
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
of the rock, inside a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

[Coast: 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at & down's
Anybody plays about it, my 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 groceries
Mama coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She Coast alone, I'm slowly grown
& learned how to the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck broke! Come on
I'm finna take ya to the spot the homie's roam
We surely take no shit from nobody
So don't trip on nobody, get a in your body, uh
the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison
We been with our religion, where I'm
We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect's
We leavin' proof, that there been no justice here
My hood.

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

[Lucky Luciano: 5]
Came to it. Huh?
Look up in the sky. Is it a bird or a
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Flyer than a pelican, leanin' off
Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me stuntin'
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, baby I'm
Up like crack, Luck back
all these 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, swang a big
Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne & strip club shit
them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you dumb bitch!
Sent to & get a check
Turn up deck, this dope
We iced up & priced up & in Benzo's.

Verse 6]
7: 24' I be them digits
I'm a hustle 'til I die & I'm in it to win it
Makin' my independent, got 7 years in it
Dope House eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so
whatever you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin' on the side or I'm these verses
I got a for you hoes, just watch me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em when I up in a big body
They be followin' me, like the paparazzi
So fuck a hater they just mad, they can't shine me
I got the 15's 10 reclined on screens
& I'm a dime piece, I be sharp as a crease
to get it poppin' like water in hot grease
& it nothin' new, it's just the same old shit
day, another dollar, another case to catch.

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

[Rasheed: 7]
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, we still hood.
Remember me in the Hustle
I let the Go Round put the hustle down
"If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air" on this track SPM is the
Riddla' standin' On Da
Drop the flows in the
& the top on the coupe
no stoppin' the dude
My team currency
Got 'em Dope House out in Germany
Rasheed 1 soldado
on an avocado
With my foot up on the
& a of the Bourbon 'cause I swerve in the low-low
fo' sho' homies gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for on the block like block
Throw hood up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

Verse 8]
Cadillac driver, up & down the maine
Cousin, man is but supreme 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
they might want us, but they won't get behind 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 shit
Most the time we clips
we holdin' chips
Hittin' scores, doors
whores, rollin' whips
So we dip stun & we slide to Screw tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the suit
Drop it in a cool
gravity
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

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

[Quota: 9]
You can me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a trip
Tape a thousand 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, on a cama
Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is right back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot
Listen, it's only me I got a million dollar
Fed's tap my house phone & still 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 crack up oven met
Teachers taught us Just say no. I had to though
Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy & 8 ball, hit the block runnin'
Thought the world was mine 'til I saw the cops
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the cops called it related
I was right there when his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose
I my nina & 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
Nothin' fake about my life except my car
Bullet proof vest, my sense stress
positive about me, except my piss test
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all the ghetto's
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so pawn my huelo's
My chrome & I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the dancin' with a glow sticks.

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

[Pain interrupts

[Breakdown 1: Pain &
Carolyn.
Carolyn: what?
Uhm ... Los said 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 Dope House 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 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
my niggas in the studio, chillin' gettin' high
Rollin' up sweets, these beats
Sippin' on skurrup & it my speech
Comin' out the H, where they cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your 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 & is fuckin' with my brain
Tryin' to change, up to the ceilin'
Lookin' out the window neighborhood killin'.
When will they chill? I really know
Keepin' my mind on a 6 O
Rims dripped in chrome & Benz dripped in
Just can't like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.