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 real nice, it)
(Yeah, uh, ok)
Hot off the press, yo, yo

Check out the, attraction, black man in action
The orangutan that a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the whole game is
I my commission off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors like 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 when the clip in, boy, I business
We got for the teeth, with soy bean niggas
Redman & Method Man, in the lab
America meet the new & Cash
Hip hop is in trouble, I on the pad
Rappers wanna feature me, I'm give me a math
I'm like "nah", I'm a keep it funky,
Talk 20, for money, I"m a junkie nigga
[Chorus: Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's the say)
(Frank with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, dirty 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 witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a step of the law, push the peddle and floor
Man:]
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, & dimes
I might cop a little shine, pistol, a nine
I can't deal with fickle minds I'm too official with mine
Put nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in prime
While the game is on decline, bitches on my define
I rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to find
Number one on my to do list, believe me, it's crime
with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know that
I'm a bet on what to do me, yet, go 'head and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, got that Wu in me
it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm of the game, ahead of these lames
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 back to the script, like I was


The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, let's get
It took a '90's boy, to in your era
Niggas never saw me when I write, and signed in a
I was the son of Helen Keller
My skin is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a
She the way car wheels flip the propellers
I 'stay fly' like 6, someone tell her
Doc & Meth tough like Run-DMC
Man:]
I'm the of rock', dimes, grams and ki's
Cause the world don't give a if I got a fam to feed
This a heroin dream, up a fiend
You can see pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean
Yeah, back for a fit, back on my
Got my ex from back in the days, back on my dick
This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super
Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cause I'm