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, attraction, black man in action
The orangutan that remain a
You a boost, I'm the right thing to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the whole game is
I make my commission off, and shows
Chicks wanna rumors like Club New Vogue
But I it like my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love hoes
Each flow that I'm spitting sound mall
But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I mean
We got beef for the teeth, with soy niggas
& Method Man, stay 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 it funky, nigga
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, needle stuck in the arm
til the package is gone, never tuck 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, when the kid on the job
a step ahead 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 fickle minds cause 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 is on it's decline, bitches on my define
I rhyme 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 know that
I'm a bet on what to do me, yet, go 'head and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, still got 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 with brain
Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in 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 '90's boy, to flow in era
Niggas never saw me I write, and signed in a letter
I was born the son of Helen
My is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella
She like the way car wheels flip the
I 'stay fly' like Three 6, someone her
Doc & Meth tough like leather
Man:]
I'm the 'king of rock', dimes, grams and
Cause the world give a fuck 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, back for a fit, 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 size
Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cause I'm