Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Jobs Homeless

Shitted on, ran it (I did it all)

I sold dope, watch fiends crave for
Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner the Feds 'bout to enter
up blocks some of the winter
Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, the first to the third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I up 2's
Aggravated by picky motherfuckers who don't which rock to choose (Picky man)
Took town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch
NARCs run in shit (who dis?)
I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the
Pumping over there off of
Any nigga who don't know about
I hit ya with the Iron Mike "That's Ludicrous"
in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
I know about that right there
Hey yo, I about that shit right there

Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas can't tell me
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck to tell me shit?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless...

I don't had jobs
Boss man yelling at the top of his about a fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, manager who can't manage shit
out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work all week for Boo, and one day man Boo just collapse
Bricks, houses,
A bitch who drops her for a nigger who can really floss
Five twenty five can your mouth leak and on top of that shit
You get a check every
You work a week in the hole, with motherfuckers on pay roll
You work when want you to
Equal opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community check stubs hella tight
My shit looking like
I got a bitch a baby and I need a to piss
Pissed off at check time 'cause I was
That's when obie trice cockin' back his shit (fuck this)

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Y'all can't tell me shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the gonna tell me shit

I done been homeless, no place to
Moms don't wanna hear it no to eat
Pass out on my mans couch for a week
Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck here, dogg!)
Black out from cold, my toes
Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims
Face turnin blue, cars ridin by the little children
on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at man)
Fucked over folks, and they don't see ya
Baby momma gotta new nigga a Visa
in cars, abandoned shit
While the rats eat the wires you be and shit (Please, Lord, please!)
to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in
Plottin on a (?), stickin your mans
Damn, you know he got at least a in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact your 20 years old
in the cold
Snot profusely
Taking the alley route so my wouldn't notice me

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck goin' to me shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
niggas can't tell me shit
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Who the gonna tell me shit?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Motherfucker, I did it all

Yeah! Shit is out there, yeah

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