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 some of the winter
Kerosene by feet, takin tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, from the to the third
End of the month to to get sleep, I bagged up 2's
Aggravated by picky who don't know which rock to choose (Picky man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a
run in talking shit (who dis?)
I about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke
Pumping over there off of
Any nigga who don't know this
I hit ya the Iron Mike 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 know about shit right there

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

I don't had jobs
man yelling at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn fired, restaurant manager who can't manage shit
out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse
Bricks, houses,
A bitch who 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 work a in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll
You work when they you to
Equal opportunity? right, suburban community check stubs always hella tight
My shit looking this
I got a a baby and I need a place to piss
Pissed off at check time I was skipped
That's when trice 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 gonna tell me shit

I done homeless, no place to sleep
Moms 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 cold, freezin' my toes
Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims
Face turnin blue, ridin by with the little children
on the inside pointin at you (mommy at that man)
Fucked over folks, and they wanna see ya
Baby momma new nigga with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, shit
While the eat the wires you be prayin and shit (Please, Lord, please!)
to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if I came up in California
Plottin on a (?), stickin your mans
Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his
Face lookin old, despite the fact only 20 years old
Stuck in the
drippin 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 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 real out there,

Nap Entertainment,

Fuck