Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Dope Nigga

Intro: (Method Man)]
Straight up,
Brick on fire, nigga
We on fire,
(Beast shit)
(Oh yeah, my mic sound nice, check it)
(Yeah, uh, ok)
Hot off the press, yo, yo

Check out the, main attraction, black man in
The orangutan that a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the whole is lacking
I make my off, weed and shows
Chicks spread rumors like Club New Vogue
But I pimp it my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love them
Each flow that I'm spitting sound mall
But it's phat the clip in, boy, I mean business
We got beef for the teeth, with soy niggas
Redman & Man, stay in the lab
America the new Tango & Cash
Hip hop is in trouble, I on the pad
wanna feature me, I'm like give me a math
I'm like "nah", I'm a keep it funky,
Talk 20, cause for money, I"m a junkie
[Chorus: Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, (yeah, that's what the say)
(Frank with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, needle stuck in the arm
til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cause I'm
I'm dope, (now I'm out to my dope)
(Nino Brown takeover, how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, hard the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, the peddle and floor
Man:]
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels &
I cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I deal with fickle minds cause I'm too official with mine
Put your nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in prime
the game is on it's decline, bitches on my define
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to
Number one on my to do list, believe me, it's crime
Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't that
I'm a bet on what to do with me, yet, go and Google me
Your boy fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these
I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better brain
Let me network, the rest of you stay in your lane
Know your network, now to the script, like I was saying


The hip hop Berra, New York, let's get together
It took a boy, to flow in your era
never saw me when I write, and signed in a letter
I was the son of Helen Keller
My skin is Old Yeller, but a dig a fella
She like the way car wheels flip the
I 'stay fly' like Three 6, someone her
Doc & Meth like Run-DMC leather
Man:]
I'm the 'king of rock', dimes, grams and
the world don't give a fuck if I got a fam to feed
This a dream, smash up a fiend
You can see this pack in my jeans, put you back on lean
Yeah, back for a fit, back on my
Got my ex from back in the days, back on my dick
is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super size
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Fly, cause I'm