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

Check out the, attraction, black man in action
The that remain a captain
You need a boost, I'm the thing to tap in
hip hop is lame, the whole game is lacking
I make my commission off, and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors Club New Vogue
But I it like my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't them hoes
Each flow that I'm spitting sound nutrition
But it's phat the clip in, boy, I mean business
We got beef for the teeth, soy bean niggas
& Method 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, nigga (yeah, that's the say)
(Frank with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle in the arm
Hustle til the package is gone, never 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 smoke witcha, when the kid on the job
Keep a step of the law, push the peddle and floor
[Method
I got small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
I might cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a
I can't deal with fickle minds cause I'm too official mine
Put your nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's
While the game is on it's decline, bitches on my
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to
Number one on my to do list, please believe me, crime
Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know
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
Screw it, let me do it to death, 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, I was saying


The hip hop Berra, New York, let's get together
It took a boy, to flow in your era
Niggas never saw me when I write, and in a letter
I was born the son of Helen
My is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella
She the way car wheels flip the propellers
I 'stay fly' Three 6, someone tell her
Doc & tough like Run-DMC leather
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 dream, smash up a fiend
You can see this 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, back on my dick
This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, I'm