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
up blocks some of the winter
Kerosene heaters by feet, tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
Four no Z's, from 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 rock to choose (Picky man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a
NARCs run in shit (who dis?)
I know about dope, my man Lou to the coke
Pumping there off of DeSoto
Any who don't know about this
I hit ya with the Iron quote "That's Ludicrous"
in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
I about that shit 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 had jobs black
Boss man at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't 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 drops her drawls for a nigger who can really
Five twenty five can make 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 Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always hella tight
My shit looking like
I got a bitch a baby and I a place to piss
off at check time 'cause I was skipped
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 me shit

I done homeless, no place to sleep
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 outta here, dogg!)
Black out from cold, freezin' my
fuckin over my boots, my Tims froze
Face turnin blue, cars ridin by the little children
on the pointin at you (mommy look at that man)
Fucked over folks, and they wanna see ya
Baby momma new nigga with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned
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 a grand in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the your only 20 years old
Stuck in the
drippin profusely
Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie wouldn't me

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the fuck goin' to tell me
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 fuck gonna me shit?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Motherfucker, I did it all

Yeah! is real out there, yeah

Nap Entertainment,

Fuck