Luyện nghe bài hát City of Dope

City of Dope, I it Oak
Cant be broke, coke
Fat ropes, hopes
Fresh and all that dope

Baseheads keep the trade
Nobody about a 9 to 5
Everybodys trying to survive
You need a gun, cant use those

You got a bullet, well pull it
And if you trip, get
By a sick in his head
Wanna be a gangster, now hes

His brother took over, aint no
Bought a new drop-top white
Now hes buying keys, Gs
And all the say wont you please
Take me in the of Dope

See Im hard as hell, no tale
You play a gun, but the game is
You to stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, Im out

Its the City of Dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your around
So cool, dont even
You got the sack, get on the tip

A in the City of Dope
And every day Im coke
Im never broke, I smoke
I a rock and made you have a stroke

Pay cold cash you know, I wont Bruno
Ill hit you with my gat and then I wont back
eym peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down and
In the of Dope

Life in a coke town, it before
Think its all been said, but its so more
Its like midnight, slanging
force just hit the block

Time to a move, the spot got hot
You chase a cop, homeboy why
She lit the and light the crack
Aint no bitches no kind of slack

Or if playing the game, youre thinking the same
Goddamn rock cocaine
Ive a lot of my friends go off that pipe
And every night smoke coke thats

So you get up, man, there you go
You and that pipe dogging the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the story
Want to be free, breaking millions of loaves

In the of Dope, where the color is gold
On neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls
Enough, said, but my rap end
Its on a one way trip to San

Like you my friend, aint new
You want to that boat till its way past two
You say, its not easy, that so hard
Sporting tone Zs, not credit cards

Got clout turn em out, you got
You say not fake, but Im telling you this is
The City of Dope, might be your
Get a beeper homeboy and sell that girl

Im from the town called the of Dope
It couldnt be saved by John the
So go on, live your life of
The beatll beating while I say my rhyme
In the City of

Smoking weed, em fat
You wonder where the boy learned to act that
Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the
To roll a fat joint and smoke that

But the tale on and years went by
Another drug and the boy got high
Ever since day, he just wasnt the same
Where I come from, we call it rock

Where you from, you might call it crack
But he went, you see he never came back
I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he dont
I say to coke, Pimp ho

I live in a mansion but I drive a Benz
Cut to the turf and my ends
Say, here freak, kick me down
I dont time to talk right now

Got to go to, my hoe
And get kicked down, a more
Left right left, the street
Getting paid freak by

There you see me, there you
You will I, or wont
Is it yes, is it no?
But it really matter you freaky hoe?
In the City of