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, man in action
The orangutan remain a captain
You need a boost, I'm the thing to tap in
Cause hip hop is lame, the game is lacking
I my commission off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread like Club New Vogue
But I it like my
Ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love them
Each that I'm spitting sound mall nutrition
But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I business
We got for the teeth, with soy bean niggas
Redman & Method Man, in the lab
America meet the new Tango &
Hip hop is in trouble, I on the pad
Rappers wanna 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, what the say)
(Frank with 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 takeover, that's 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
[Method
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 cause I'm too official mine
Put your nose in my notebook and go and you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's
While the game is on it's decline, on my define
I rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to find
one on my to do list, please believe me, it's 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 fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of lames
I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better with
Let me network, the rest of you stay in your lane
Know network, now back 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 saw me when I write, and signed in a letter
I was the son of Helen Keller
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 & Meth like Run-DMC leather
Man:]
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 this pack in my jeans, put you on your lean
Yeah, for a fit, back on my shit
Got my ex back in the days, even back on my dick
This is shit, ya'll do it big, I super size
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Fly, cause I'm