Luyện nghe bài hát Dopeman

[Fat
to cut the top off the Porsche
Put a bitch in the
Better yet hundred for the niggas that front
I got a steel in them packs, got em in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your head if you want
I got a angel, yeaf she stay 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 hell of an ass, redbone is a devil
She call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The
10 racks on my feet, but thats Im used to
I put my team on the map, you other is fake
Worse than Oregon, you switch a different a day
Im in the beach somewhere foreign, Im in your bitch while you
A cash off the tour, then Im back in the morning
Im f-ckin sick of you niggas, Im about to throw up a
oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription

Go prez, go prez, rolling in
I got that Starr
Im slingin Paul
Bitch Im in the kitchen with Arm & Hammer
Whipping Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, Im the
Bitch Im in the kitchen with Arm & Hammer
George 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 diesel: the root of all evil
You could use nostrils, or you could use a needle
I a hundred more, and I want it pure
Cause somebody die off it
Then they it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the
got generic, they switched it to old
When you give em a 9 or they go bananas
Make a million dollars a thats what the plan was
Now to catch the morning
they need that morning sniff
Thousand bundles finished by 11, then Im spliffs
Show you how to get right, crib right, right
Ten dollars a bag, but its 20 midnight
Pill man, man, stove man, coke man
You know who I am Im the dopeman

Cut the man off the middle, I it all off the top
to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block
Im taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the
Invest in and dealers to take my company public
I got a for them strippers
Got a in the mansion
White ho, Manson
This for all of my niggas doing up in prison
For getting caught the burner, you know a riders ambition
Im bout to with life, take a trip out to Vegas
Im bout a Zionist mic praying the to forsake us
times I was broke, how it run in your pocket
Spend my on dope, then I tripled my profit
Now Im a multi-millionaire, off in the Lear
bitches on the private, than set off in the air

What you say
I said Ill yo dick!