Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Dope Nigga

Intro: (Method Man)]
up, nigga
Brick City on fire,
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 remain a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the game is lacking
I my commission off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors Club New Vogue
But I pimp it my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't them hoes
Each that I'm spitting sound mall nutrition
But it's when the clip in, boy, I mean business
We got beef for the teeth, with soy niggas
& Method Man, stay in the lab
America meet the new Tango &
Hip hop is in trouble, I on the pad
Rappers 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, nigga (yeah, that's the say)
(Frank Lucas 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 takeover, that's how I roll)
Now let me witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and
Man:]
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels &
I might cop a shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal with minds cause I'm too official with mine
Put your in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's
the game is on it's decline, bitches on my define
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to
one on my to do list, please 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 'head and me
Your boy fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
Screw it, let me do it to death, the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these
I'm a head case, the head is getting better with brain
Let me network, the rest of you niggas in your lane
your network, now back to the script, like I was saying


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