Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Dope Nigga

Intro: (Method Man)]
Straight up,
City 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, main attraction, black man in
The orangutan remain a captain
You a boost, I'm the right thing to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the whole is lacking
I make my commission off, weed and
Chicks spread rumors like Club New Vogue
But I pimp it my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love hoes
Each flow that I'm spitting sound mall
But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I mean
We got beef for the teeth, with soy bean
Redman & Man, stay in the lab
America meet the new Tango &
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,
20, cause for money, I"m a junkie nigga
[Chorus: Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, 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 takeover, that's how I roll)
Now let me witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
[Method
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels &
I cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal with minds cause I'm too official with mine
Put your nose in my and go and sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm in it's prime
While the game is on decline, bitches on my define
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to
Number one on my to do list, please believe me, it's
Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't that
I'm a bet on to do with me, yet, go 'head and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, got that Wu in me
Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the
Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these
I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting with brain
Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in lane
Know your network, now to the script, like I was saying


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