Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Game

Check one, two, lets take a cruise
I did the game every which way but loose
Nothing left to do except my cash
And I bet that ass that the mex gon'
Put the on paper, threw away my pager
'cause these keep callin from locs to cookie baker
Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the
I'm in the place in 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 bullet
I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to
I might dump the whole and miss and hit your uncle
I ain't trippin, flippin, on purple lipton
Diggin in the drop lemon, g livin
I was driven to my nerve, hittin curbs
twenties on a grass hurst
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No
Welcome to the dope
This is were we play
Leave your with no brains

I remember ago I never got no love
Still I knew that one day I'd be
I to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud
Just hopin that the blunt wouldn't me up
I to ask for a sip of your syrup
I used to never walk around with the cup
Now I eat eighteen steaks, on plates
Girls fanin my face, others me grapes
By the of god, I was given the job
To run the rap game like corn on the cob
So blessed in my test, I my sets in the southwest
I ain't got no credit cards except mexican
I'ma dress my baby girl and the whole damn world
If you tracks happy p got my referal
Your head twirl to the of the sp mex
Ridin in the lex with a dog named
Southside to the north, at the old course
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 nina shine like the sun, I ask for a crumb
For breakfast my makes me eggs-fuyon
come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills
Three wheelin, dope dealin, nothin but squeels
My wish was to break this curse and myth
Now I'm worldwide status on your satilite
Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the
Left a mark in the game and been a half stepper
Leopard skin on my couch, be like the grouch
From the streets, pullin out my kangaroo pouch
But I told these boys, at my house
Whether it's the ounce puts leather on my couch
A thousand a week, my baby girl's allowance
Dope bouncin cash to my forgein accounts

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