Luyện nghe bài hát Like Dope

[Chorus: Lanez]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Smoking on, on dope, uh
like, feeling like dope

[Verse 1: Audio
Who don't wanna
I'm drop topping in these on off these southern dames
games, I'ma fuck it
Ima brain Jay coppin plus chain chains swinging, singing songs Bad bitches hittin' bones lanes
Niggas, chain thicker than my bang
Nigga, let that semi
Nigga, I be all up in the house, I want nigga
time, she let me even hang with 'em look
Still gettin' paper off the
Gotta take it off the top, used to it off the block, uh
Young Fargo, you know a nigga flying over the border like I just cargo
Baby, you know, on the 5-0
Got them bad rolling but I'm ducking all the 5-0s, uh
And I'm fucking 'bout hoes
Got these bitches moaning like

[Chorus: Tory
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
on, smoking on dope, uh
Looking like, feeling like

[Verse 2: & Oktane]
I like I'm on dope when I ain't wit' you (bounce bounce)
I need to hear my dope I miss you
I'm stackin' paper like issues
It's always an I can't commit, but you know everything I do is official
So you press nothin'
I hit the studio I Aminé to press buttons
Niggas know those checks
I make her rock the boat like
She me cuz I'm famous
Killin' every beat until I the game stretched
I feel like I'm on
She wanna get
If you tryna
get up in the ride
Cuz lit at every show
There's women on
But I don't go
But she want it
So it's down
I'ma let you know it now flyest nigga it
And I say go so she ridin' if I'm coolin'
If I'm chillin' in my section assuming you direction
Finessing, forever on that next a Jetson

Tory Lanez]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Smoking on, on dope, uh
like, feeling like dope

[Verse 3: Danza]
Uh, I'm high hello
like the seatbelt
Put me in the hot
I'ma make the seat
You entrepreneurial
Countin' money, eatin'
My glass is so full [?] is so aeriel
My peanut butter
that peanut butter sweater
I believe it's not butter
It's just a little
No vendetta, you is so forgettable
Forget 'em and get 'em a
K to they
Geometry gold ropes and heavy
It's big bricks small circles let's not
by these sundresses
T.V.s, V.V.S.s
And new B.B.S.s
Addicted to the Mormon eyes, pretty
Caprisun with the molly, who wan' a sip
Unc cuz you know the drill, you the scale, gonna make it tip
serve everything, dairy queen, everything dip

[Chorus: Tory
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Smoking on, on dope, uh
like, feeling like dope, uh

Young feelin' like he on dope
more, gimme more
That's how I'm out, livin' out
Blowin' dope, blowin'
niggas movin' dope you know how it go
Get at me
And I say dope I mean types yo' kush