Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Dope Nigga

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

Check out the, main attraction, black man in
The orangutan remain a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the game is lacking
I make my off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors like New Vogue
But I it like my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love hoes
Each flow that I'm spitting sound nutrition
But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I business
We got beef for the teeth, soy bean niggas
& Method Man, stay 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 "nah", I'm a keep it funky, nigga
20, cause 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
Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, 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
a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
[Method
I got that change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
I cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal fickle minds cause I'm too official with mine
Put nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm in it's prime
While the game is on it's decline, bitches on my
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't to find
Number one on my to do list, please me, it's crime
Ain't 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
boy flow fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the
Ah-hah, I'm of the game, ahead of these lames
I'm a case, the head nurse is getting better with brain
Let me network, the of you niggas stay in your lane
Know your network, now to the script, like I was saying


The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, get together
It took a boy, to flow in your era
Niggas never saw me when I write, and signed in a
I was born the son of Keller
My is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella
She like the way car wheels flip the
I 'stay fly' Three 6, someone tell her
Doc & tough like Run-DMC leather
[Method
I'm the of rock', dimes, grams and ki's
Cause the world give a fuck if I got a fam to feed
a heroin 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 back in the days, even back on my dick
This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I size
Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cause I'm