Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Potter D.O.P.E.

1 T.I.]
(Go) stacked up in a high pile
G-4 flying, No
Get it, whip it, it to whoever in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions,
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I gettin'
And just a day back a key was the mission
And now I'm weighing fish on a big scale
Hopin' I can evade the law and stay outta
My relative gave me work, I made it
Like Harry got that chopper in the window seal
My wanna a brick
Listen here you better my money back quick
And he replied this
T.I. & Yung Booke]
T: Man, I can't fit this money in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I whip it wit my other hand
If I can't that brick jump back I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies like piranha man
Y: And if they ask we got the game proper
If the game droppa
Make 'em disappear we just call it Potter
Got the game proper
My aim choppers
Make 'em we just call it Harry Potter, man
[Verse 2 Booke]
(Flya) drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got them in the sideline clutchin'
G's on ya now you a fan of the packers
We stiffer than a statue, We seprano whack ya
Phone ringing, Its about to have a ticket
Get off of work, we all gone be in pimpin' ballin'
Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it
Set it out and let it dry and distribute it to the
I'm by big faces, I need guack
My only friends is God Almighty and cock
Some of my niggas and the other got knocked
Many the game and the other was in the box FLYA

[Verse 3
UGH You try me you disappear, we it Harry Potter
Just gotta ho, I tell her come sit on this Carter
I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the though
And I be fresh everyday, Bitch I'm
I mix the coke with the water I'm chemist
I'm smoking until I'm
I'm focused and
You locals is my
Ugh, A lot of haters my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I her friend
And I just acquired a fan, Im truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, shoot his ass
I'mma boss playa, make a thick game holla
If rap shit fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee

[Verse 4 F.]
(Yeah) Black magic for you faggots
Y'all trash and its tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full blood
With all this I'm stacking, I'm on another track and
If you ready for me, I'mma get it
I'mma send ya ass
Jamaican
I got the power! Y'all wishing
Fuck me wrong and I leave ya missing
me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I'mma keep
much money like I won the lotto
Keep it just in case rocko
The artist, they should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Harry Potter cause I keep my auto
My fist will you red and my Glock will leave you dead
No but to follow
I'm all my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said
No I wasn't playing, killed Dolla so I dont care who I'm slaying
You can keep while I'm Bill Gatin'
Hope you understand what I'm

[Verse 5 Kid Shawty]
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that
But that panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah
The trap hop, skip,
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fuck shit
And if you try to rob I make ya head do the
Finger licking delicious, check it lil' got brickes
6 like ???? for ????
I rock the coat like a ma fucking Italian
Dookie Rope like the ma fucking medallion
flappin' It's the home of the falcons
They got me in the of the trap like Malcolm
transforming like the yellow camaro
Blockin' the skellos the rellos