Luyện nghe bài hát The Devil Is Dope

If you your mind, your ass has got to
But caught up in that same ol' patent
And trap the homies go through
Searchin' for without no questions
You thought it could never to you
And your crew but was no exception

It started out as fun and it was all kicks
But each and kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no

You was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no G livin' like walkin' dogs
Niggaz to admit it but they know it's true
Damn, everybody in the hood
Includin' the kids, be just like you

So, hear I stand as a witness or I say a reclaimed victim
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass
You can roll, what I roll in the swirl from the
Somebody take a vote, the devil is

The is dope
Out of
The devil is
The devil is
Out to get your
The devil is

seen only imagined and in dreams
Until, the same in TV screens, your teenage screams
'Cause the dosage wasn't
Now his chest is gettin'

And everything is black
But it's the middle of the day, that
But you still can't see with a watt beam, blind
And you need mo' gin to feed your triple with schemes, wake up

traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
So, you dance the section at around two, to try to stay alive
And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's, tic
And niggaz you to kick back
And bend back but you did that

And all money ain't money
But want the cream and honey
Thinkin' that the side
Is all green it's sunny, yeah

But money, and jealousy, most lead to treachery
A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B.
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the
like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope

The devil is
Out of
The is dope
The devil is
Out to get soul
The is dope

Sunshine on your mind but prevails
You move your from motel to hotel
for a blast, merchandise, cash or ass
Bloodshed often is the door where personalities

And it's your task to try to a meal ticket
So, you can it and be swift with your chicken
You's a and since you got your own mind
It ain't all your fault but you gotta do own time

your weapon 'cause your first impression
Often dictates the that you find yourself caught in
If you still and you can't see
You better yourself some glasses
And clear your vision DMC, don't run

And what I told you
who brought a soldier
I wanna wake you up like
Consume amounts of dank-a

Man
of the underlords
Stay ass on the boat
The is dope

The devil is
Out to get soul
The is dope
The is dope
Oh lord, lord,
The devil is

The devil is
Out to get your
The is dope
The is dope
believe
The devil is

The devil is