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

[Juan Gotti: 1]
Razaville Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
throughout Dallas, Boritos & Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
made Mexicans north of the border
Land of the free, 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 crowd
My alias is Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through veins like medicine.
Wanna be down? On the
Real ballers for the rebound
B-Town to muthafuckin'
around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you can me out
me out, take me out
Deep south, my hood got slack
Than 88 ridin' on horse back.
Top that! The Mexicans all
Strike a snake & attack like a bobcat.

Bash: Verse 2]
Hoe ass niggas, there ain't nothin'
do it for panurch, but I do it for the purse
& I'm still on the search, 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 already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, might be the
A young Baby Beesh, he fuck 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 & some heads gon' be ringin'
I'm Dope House stout, 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 House click to wreck.

[South Park Verse 3]
& the power, glass on the Prowler
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
Kill'a out the Hill'a, crawl like
Pour a .44 up in my grapes as for
This for my gangsta's 45
Throw yo' set up, let me see your sign
Sell a crack rock, a laptop
for a key & sell 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 up, I don't wanna hear it
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
Home of the rock, inside a antenna.
Muthafucker.

[Coast: 4]
I throw my set rounds, I been at up's &
Anybody plays about it, my has sounds
from 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 gone
snortin' coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left Coast alone, I'm grown
& how to hold the chrome, My hope is gone.
Fuck broke! Come on
I'm finna take ya to the spot the homie's roam
We surely don't take no shit from
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 just here
We leavin' proof, that there been no justice here
My hood.

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

[Lucky Verse 5]
to wreck it. Huh?
Look up in the sky. Is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is arrived here to the damn day
Flyer a pelican, leanin' off medicine
pay checks slash player made Mexican
There's my introduction, now let me start
Blue & yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
Wreckin' all mic's got my money on stack
up, come 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
Andy Milonakis in my den on big plasma
Addicted to Henne & that club shit
Tell them hoes of the jump I'm a pimp you bitch!
Sent to wreck & get a
Turn up your deck, this
We up & priced up & crawlin' in Benzo's.

[Powda: 6]
7: 24' I be sackin' 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 platinum eyes, that's when we finish
Man it's a dirty game but yet I so clean
Nigga whatever you need & puff, now at me
Whether I'm on the side 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
They be followin' me, stockin' like the
So fuck a hater 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
Quick to get it poppin' like water in hot
& it ain't nothin' new, it's just the same old
day, another dollar, another case to catch.

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

Verse 7]
Philly to Park met him at Hillwood
88, H-Town we still hood.
Remember me in the Town?
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 flows in the
& drop the top on the
no stoppin' the dude
My team makin'
Got 'em screamin' Dope House out in
number 1 soldado
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
your hood 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 some top
Grindin' blindin' like a spot light
Swangin' on them cops Cuttie that's Graimmie
Yeah they might us, but they won't get behind me
Now I'm doin' 90, all gas no
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 homey shit
Most the time we clips
we holdin' chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip stun & we slide to them tapes
Pistol in the waist line, money in the case
Drop it in a place
gravity
This is for streets 'cause my is my family.

[Chorus:
Throw your up
All my G's
Turn up your
Dope click 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 the 1st day of June, nappin' on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is comin' back I promise, dawg I'm blowin' up the spot
Listen, it's only me I got a million corner
Fed's tap my house phone & they still out of
I'm the son of a preacher man, mama I'm thuggin'
& I should of been a chef the way I crack up your oven met
taught us Just say no. I had to hustle though
Even that I stayed broke, want to struggle so
Buy half & 8 ball, hit the block
the world was mine 'til I saw the cops comin'
& too late.

Verse 10]
My homey died & the cops called it drug
I was standin' right when his mother fainted
& I felt trapped, cause I I gotta choose fate
I grabbed my & made that bitch lose weight
88 with a nick in my tube socks
I been a G you was tryin' to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that call Hondura's
Nothin' fake about my life except my car
Bullet vest, my jefa sense stress
Nothin' positive about me, my piss test
I grew up in a full of empty stomachs
While kids was at McDonald's gettin' 20 nuggets
& I'm known all the ghetto's
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't pawn my
My spits & I know to chase hoe clicks
Nate at the club with a glow 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, already done their rap that's the whole Dope House Family.
Carolyn: What you mean everybody? What 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 like it I have to take you off.
Carolyn: Just tell me to come in.
Right... right... now.

[Carolyn: 11]
I gon' lie Dope House 'til 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, where they cakes
I ain't talkin' 'bout the that your mama makes
I need a space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'm a represent my
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple skun & is fuckin' with my
to stack change, up to the ceilin'
Lookin' out the another neighborhood killin'.
When will chill? I don't really know
Keepin' my mind on a 6 O
Rims in chrome & Benz dripped in paint
Just can't stop a car with no brakes.
Okay!

Man you wrecked.
Carolyn: I you fool.