Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Jobs Homeless

Shitted on, ran it (I did it all)

I dope, watch fiends crave for rock
Watch 'em me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the when 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, from the to the third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I up 2's
Aggravated by picky motherfuckers who know which rock to choose (Picky man)
outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch
NARCs run in talking (who dis?)
I know dope, lost my man Lou to the coke
Pumping over there off of
Any nigga who don't know this
I hit ya with the Iron quote "That's Ludicrous"
Shittin in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B in a thug
I know that shit right there
Hey yo, I about that shit right there

Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas tell me shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck to tell me shit?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless...

I had jobs black
Boss man yelling at the top of his about a fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who manage shit
out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just
Bricks, houses,
A who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss
Five five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit
You get a check every
You a week in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll
You work when they you to
opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always hella tight
My looking like this
I got a a baby and I need a place to piss
Pissed off at check time 'cause I was
That's when obie trice start cockin' his shit (fuck this)

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

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

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck to tell me shit
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all niggas 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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