Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Game

Check one, check two, take a cruise
I done did the every which way but loose
Nothing to do except collect my cash
And I bet that ass the mex gon' last
Put the past on paper, threw away my
'cause these boys keep callin from locs to baker
saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain
I'm in the in your face tryin to sell you a tape
I break records in texas creepin in caddies and
And a pretender if he step up to the bartender
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to
I might dump the whole clip and and hit your uncle
I trippin, flippin, sippin on purple lipton
Diggin in the drop lemon, g livin
I was to my last nerve, hittin curbs
twenties on a grass hurst
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No
to the dope game
This is were we play
Leave your with no brains

I remember ago I never got no love
I knew that one day I'd be popular
I to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the wouldn't pass me up
I used to ask for a sip of your
I used to never walk with the white cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on plates
Girls fanin my face, others me grapes
By the grace of god, I was the job
To run through the rap game corn on the cob
So in my test, I bought my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards except express
I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole world
If you needs happy p got my referal
head twirl to the sounds of the sp mex
Ridin in the lex with a dog plex
Southside to the north, at the old golf
The valet the white with the bulletproof doors

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It's the c-o-y
the pistola, oh me oh my
My shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb
For my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
I've come from the hills of ghetto thrills and
Three wheelin, dope dealin, nothin but squeels
My third wish was to break this curse and
Now I'm worldwide status on satilite dish
checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper
Left a mark in the game and never been a stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be oscar the grouch
From the streets, pullin rocks out my pouch
But I told boys, never at my house
Whether it's the ounce that leather on my couch
A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's
house bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

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