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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, screw y Valles
Rollin' throughout Dallas, Boritos &
Odessa, Laredo, the locos in
Texas made north of the border
of the free, smokin' weed with my Gordo.
Muthafuckers laid 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 that
Flowin' your veins like medicine.
Wanna be On the H-Town
Real ballers for the rebound
B-Town to muthafuckin'
Creep around G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my got more slack
Than 88 cowboys on horse back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike like a & attack like a bobcat.

[Baby Verse 2]
Hoe ass niggas, there ain't nothin'
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
& I'm on the search, sometimes I go to church
7 old school Cadillac with the skirts
& I speak for 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 fuck with
& he'll beat the dop shit out your nephew &
If they ever get the snitchin' yellin' tellin' &
I'm a call the whole squad & some heads be ringin'
I'm Dope House stout, a set up & no hear though
It's real talk, real breath, it clear hoe!

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

[South Park Mexican: 3]
Money & the power, on the Prowler
Blaze up a as I tell you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, like caterpillar
a .44 up in my grapes as for real'a
This for my gangsta's 45
Throw yo' set up, let me see your language
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
Jack for a key & sell 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, even New York
If it ain't screwed up, I wanna hear it
Lac on pancake, while I'm pourin' up the
In the pen-agena, represent'a
Home of the rock, a broken antenna.
Muthafucker.

Verse 4]
I throw my set rounds, I at up's & down's
Anybody plays about it, my lady has
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 gone
Mama coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm slowly
& how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck broke! Come on
I'm finna take ya to the spot where the roam
We surely 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 a victim, see we ain't just suspect's here
We leavin' proof, that there ain't been no justice
My hood.

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

[Lucky Luciano: 5]
Came to wreck it.
up in the sky. Is it a bird or a plane?
Naw Superman is here to save the damn day
Flyer a pelican, leanin' off medicine
Johnny pay checks player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me stuntin'
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck strike
Wreckin' all these 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, a big Lac'a
Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne & that strip shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you bitch!
Sent to & get a check
Turn up your deck, dope
We iced up & up & crawlin' in Benzo's.

[Powda: 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' digits
Cause I'm a hustle I die & I'm in it to win it
my paper independent, got 7 years in it
Dope platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
whatever you need & puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm on the side or I'm droppin' these verses
I got a service for you hoes, just me disperse it
& I be hurtin' 'em I pull up in a big body
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 reclined on screens
& I'm a fine piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin' water in hot grease
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the old shit
Another day, dollar, another case to catch.

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

Verse 7]
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
Graduate 88, H-Town we hood.
me in the Hustle Town?
I let the Mary Go Round put the hustle
"If yous' a user
Throw your hands in the air" on this SPM is the producer
standin' On Da Roof
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 1 soldado
on an avocado
With my up on the throttle
& a bottle of the 'cause I swerve in the low-low
Solo' fo' homies gettin' more dough
Sleepin' is for dreamers on the like block
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

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

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

Verse 9]
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, take a
Tape a thousand grams to the bumper, Man & make it
I'm an interstate veteran, to the max
I see the for my stash, my Beretta on my lap
'Cause I'm a street hustler, 20, 000 just this summer
Ever since the 1st day of June, nappin' on a
Got Boomerang glow, once I throw it in the pot
Is comin' right back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the
Listen, it's only me I got a dollar corner
Fed's tap my house & they still out of order
I'm the son of a man, mama knows I'm thuggin'
& I should of a chef the way I cook crack up your 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 I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

[Low-G: 10]
My homey died & the cops it drug related
I was standin' right there his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, I know I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my nina & 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 place that they Hondura's
Nothin' fake about my life my car insurance
proof vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothin' about me, except my piss test
I grew up in a house full of empty
While other was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm all across the ghetto's
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my
My chrome spits & I know to chase hoe
Nate at the club dancin' with a sticks.

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

[Pain chorus:]

1: Pain & Carolyn]
Carolyn.
Carolyn: Yeah
Pain: Uhm ... Los said he want a hook at the end of the song.
Carolyn: Oh. You mean one at the end of the
Pain: Yeah, everybody's already their rap that's the whole Dope House Family.
What you mean 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 have to you off.
Carolyn: Just tell me to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I ain't lie Dope House 'til I die
With my niggas in the studio, chillin' high
Rollin' up sweets, these beats
Sippin' on & it slur my speech
out the H, where they bake cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the kind that your mama
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 skun & is with my brain
Tryin' to stack change, up to the
Lookin' out the window another killin'.
When will chill? I don't really know
my mind on a 6 double O
Rims in chrome & Benz dripped in paint
Just can't like a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.