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

1 T.I.]
(Go) Bricks stacked up in a high
G-4 flying, No
Get it, whip it, give it to in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions,
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I been
And just a day back a quarter key was the
And now I'm fish scale on a big scale
Hopin' I can evade the law and stay outta
My relative me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry got that chopper in the window seal
My cousin wanna a
Listen you better bring my money back quick
And he replied this
[Hook: T.I. & Yung
T: Man, I can't even fit this in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I just whip it wit my hand
If I can't make that brick jump 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 brick game
Make 'em disappear we call it Harry Potter
Got the whip proper
My aim choppers
'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man
[Verse 2 Booke]
(Flya) drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got them racks in the clutchin'
G's on ya now you a fan of the packers
We stiffer than a statue, We seprano whack ya
Phone ringing, Its to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in ballin'
Yeah, cause I'mma whip it til it
Set it out and let it dry and it to the block
I'm motivated by big faces, I guack
My only friends is God Almighty and snake
Some of my niggas hustlin' and the other got
Many quit the game and the 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 Terry
I get my bitches like a bird I'm for the swan
And I be fresh everyday, I'm non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I'm
I'm until I'm finished
I'm and independent
You is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters want my to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I her friend
And I acquired another a fan, Im truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma his ass
I'mma young boss playa, make a game holla
If this rap shit fall, I got my game proper, Spodee

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

[Verse 5 Rich Kid
You gotta whip it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that
But photo panamera probably be a lil' collet, yeah
The hop, skip, jumpin'
Gas, no air, I got my ma pumpin'
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fucking shit
And if you try to rob I make ya do the ????
Finger licking delicious, check it lil' got brickes
6 like for niggas ????
I the leather 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 middle of the trap Malcolm
Whip transforming like the camaro
the skellos smokin the rellos