Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Jobs Homeless

Shitted on, ran it (I did it all)

I sold dope, fiends crave for rock
Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the 'bout to enter
Pumped up blocks some of the
Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a nigga can eat
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 don't which rock to choose (Picky man)
Took outta trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch
run in talking shit (who dis?)
I about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke
Pumping there off of DeSoto
Any nigga who don't know this
I hit ya with the Iron Mike "That's Ludicrous"
Shittin in the tub, in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
I know about that right there
Hey yo, I know about that shit there

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

I don't had black
Boss man at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't shit
Stressed out retired, I'm 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 twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of shit
You get a check every
You work a in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll
You when they want you to
Equal opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always tight
My shit looking like
I got a bitch a and I need a place to piss
off at check time 'cause I was skipped
That's when obie trice start cockin' back his (fuck this)

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

I been homeless, no place to sleep
Moms don't wanna hear it no to eat
Pass out on my couch just for a week
he get fed up and kick a nigga 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 pointin at you (mommy look at that man)
over folks, and they don't wanna see ya
Baby momma gotta new with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned
While the rats eat the you be prayin and shit (Please, Lord, please!)
to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if only I up in California
on a (?), like stickin your mans
Damn, you know he got at least a in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact your only 20 old
Stuck in the
Snot profusely
Taking the route so my ex-cutie wouldn't 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 can't me shit
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Who the fuck gonna tell me
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Motherfucker, I did it all

Yeah! Shit is real out there,

Nap Entertainment,

Fuck