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, attraction, black man in action
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 commission off, and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors like Club New
But I pimp it my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we love them hoes
flow 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 bean
Redman & Method Man, in the lab
America the new Tango & Cash
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 nigga
Method Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's the say)
(Frank Lucas 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 Brown takeover, how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, hard the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the and floor
Man:]
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, & dimes
I might cop a shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal with fickle minds I'm too official with 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 rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to find
Number one on my to do list, please me, it's crime
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, still got 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 with brain
Let me network, the of you niggas stay in your lane
Know your network, now back to the script, I was saying


The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, get together
It took a '90's boy, to in your era
never saw me when I write, and signed in a letter
I was born the son of Helen
My skin is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a
She like the way car wheels the propellers
I fly' like Three 6, someone tell her
Doc & tough like Run-DMC leather
[Method
I'm the of rock', dimes, grams and ki's
the world don't give a fuck 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, for a fit, back on my shit
Got my ex from back in the days, back on my dick
This is crack shit, do it big, I super size
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, I'm