Luyện nghe bài hát Dopeman

[Fat
Trying to cut the top off the
Put a bitch in the
yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front
I got a steel in them packs, got em in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you
I got a guardian angel, yeaf she in the hood
And she pop up I touch the grain on the wood
I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of
Got a of an ass, this redbone is a devil
She call me Marty McFly, Back To The Future
10 on my feet, but thats something Im used to
I put my team on the map, you other niggas is
Worse than Oregon, you switch a jersey a day
Im in the beach somewhere foreign, Im in your bitch you snoring
A million off the tour, then Im back in the morning
Im sick of you niggas, Im about to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a prescription

Go prez, go prez, in Bugatti
I got that Starr
Im Paul McCartney
Bitch Im in the with that Arm & Hammer
George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, Im the
Bitch Im in the kitchen with Arm & Hammer
Whipping Harrison, John Lennon

Of I could get em
But do you know to do with em?
60 for the brick if you cop a few of em
Talking that diesel: the root of all evil
You could use your nostrils, or you could use a
I need a hundred more, and I it pure
Cause when die off it
Then want it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by that hold the hammers
got generic, they switched it to old
When you give em a 9 or they go bananas
Make a million dollars a month: thats what the was
Now to catch the morning
they need that morning sniff
Thousand bundles finished by 11, Im blowing spliffs
you how to get right, crib right, whip right
Ten dollars a bag, but its 20 after
Pill man, man, stove man, coke man
You who I am muthaf-cka: Im the dopeman

Cut the man off the middle, I it all off the top
Bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the
Im taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the
in killers and dealers to take my company public
I got a thing for them
Got a pole in the
ho, Marilyn Manson
This for all of my niggas doing time up in
For caught with the burner, you know a riders ambition
Im bout to gamble life, take a trip out to Vegas
Im bout a mic praying the Lord to forsake us
Remember I was broke, how it run in your pocket
Spend my money on dope, I tripled my profit
Now Im a multi-millionaire, off in the Lear
Take bitches on the private, set off in the air

you say nigga?
I Ill suck yo dick!