Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Dope Nigga

Intro: (Method Man)]
up, nigga
Brick 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 that a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right to tap in
hip hop is lame, the whole game is lacking
I make my off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors like Club New
But I it like my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we love them hoes
Each that I'm spitting sound mall 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 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 like "nah", I'm a it funky, nigga
20, cause for money, I"m a junkie nigga
[Chorus: Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, (yeah, that's what 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 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 smoke witcha, hard the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the and floor
[Method
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels &
I might cop a shine, favorite pistol, a nine
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 prime
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 believe me, crime
with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know that
I'm a bet on what to do with me, yet, go and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, got that Wu in me
it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm of the game, ahead of these lames
I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better with
Let me network, the rest of you stay in your lane
your network, now back to the script, like I was saying


The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, get together
It a '90's 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 skin is Old Yeller, but a dig a fella
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
Cause the world don't a fuck if I got a fam to feed
This a heroin dream, smash up a
You can see pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean
Yeah, back for a fit, on my shit
Got my ex from back in the days, even back on my
This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Fly, cause I'm