Luyện nghe bài hát Dopeman

[Fat
Trying to cut the top off the
Put a in the front
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 whenever I touch the grain on the
I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of
Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a
She call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The
10 on my feet, but thats something Im used to
I put my team on the map, you other niggas is
than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
Im in the somewhere foreign, Im in your bitch while you snoring
A million cash off the tour, Im back in the morning
Im f-ckin of you niggas, Im about to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the cook a perfect prescription

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

Of course I get em
But do you know what to do em?
60 for the even if you cop a few of em
Talking about that the root of all evil
You could use nostrils, or you could use a needle
I need a hundred more, and I it pure
Cause when die off it
Then they it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the
Oxys got generic, switched it to old
you give em a 9 or better they go bananas
Make a million dollars a thats what the plan was
Now to catch the morning
Cause they need that morning
Thousand bundles finished by 11, then Im spliffs
Show you how to get right, crib right, 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, more of the product
Invest in killers and dealers to my company public
I got a thing for them
Got a in the mansion
White ho, Manson
This for all of my niggas doing time up in
For getting caught the burner, you know a riders ambition
Im bout to gamble with life, a trip out to Vegas
Im bout a Zionist mic praying the Lord to us
Remember I was broke, how it run in your pocket
my money on dope, then I tripled my profit
Now Im a multi-millionaire, off in the Lear
Take bitches on the private, set off in the air

What you say
I Ill suck yo dick!