Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Jobs Homeless

Shitted on, ran it (I did it all)

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

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

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

I been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't hear it no place to eat
Pass out on my couch just for a week
Till he get fed up and kick a to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!)
Black out cold, freezin' my toes
Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims
Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the children
on the inside pointin at you (mommy at that man)
Fucked folks, and they don't wanna see ya
Baby momma new nigga with 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 up in California
Plottin on a (?), stickin your mans
Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his
Face old, despite the fact your only 20 years old
Stuck in the
drippin profusely
Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie notice me

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

Yeah! Shit is real out there,

Nap Entertainment,

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