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

Check out the, main attraction, man in action
The that 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 them
Each flow that I'm spitting sound nutrition
But phat when the clip in, boy, I mean business
We got beef for the teeth, soy bean niggas
Redman & Method Man, 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 keep it funky,
20, cause for money, I"m a junkie nigga
[Chorus: Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, what 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 Brown takeover, how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, when the kid on the job
Keep a ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor
Man:]
I got small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
I cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal with fickle minds I'm too official with mine
Put nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's
While the game is on decline, bitches on my define
I fine and easy, but I ain't easy to find
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 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 ahead of the game, ahead of lames
I'm a head case, the head nurse is 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 '90's boy, to in your era
Niggas never saw me when I write, and in a letter
I was the son of Helen Keller
My skin is Old Yeller, but a dig a fella
She like the way car wheels flip the
I 'stay fly' like Three 6, tell her
Doc & tough like Run-DMC leather
[Method
I'm the of rock', dimes, grams and ki's
Cause the don't 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
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, I'm