Luyện nghe bài hát Dope House Family

[Verse 1: Gotti]
Texas Houston to McAllen
Deep in San Anto, Rich y Valles
Rollin' Dallas, Boritos, and Corpus
Odessa, Laredo, the in Austin
Texas made Mexicans of the border
of the free, smoking weed with my Gordo
Motherfuckers laid in yo Cadillac
Let me jump in this shit back to back
Stay real for life, down south
For the wreckshop, for the crowd
My is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
Wanna be On the H-town
Real fight for the rebound
to motherfuckin G-town
Creep everybody G'd out
see how you can dawg me out
Make me out, me out
Deep south, my hood got more
Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on back
Top that! the all that
Strike like a snake and attack a bobcat

2: Baby Bash]
Hoe ass niggaz, there ain't worse
They do it for panurch, but I do it for the
And I'm still on the search, sometime I go to
Seven deuce old school with the skirts
And I speak for motherfuckers on the and the flo'
Cause a Mexican like my self is out for some
But ya already know, if you got big
Anybody now a days, be the chotas
A Baby Beesh, he don't fuck with police
And all' beat the dog shit out your and niece
If they ever get the snitching, yelling, telling and
I'ma call the whole squad and some gone be ringing
I'm Dope stout, fuck a set up and no hear though
It's real talk, breath, make it clear hoe!

Carolyn Rodriguez]
Throw hood up
All my G's
Turn up your
Dope House came to wreck

[Verse 3:
Money and the power, glass on the
Blaze up a blunt as I you all about it
Kill'a of the Hill'a, like caterpillar
Pour a up in my grapes as for real'a
for my gangstas, forty-five stainless
Throw yo set up, let me see sound language
a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that for half off
with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought
Everybody got stacks, some of us puff
Newports
Tap tap Too Short, chop New York
If it ain't up, I don't wanna hear it!
Lac on pancake, I'm pourin' up the syrup
In the pen-agena, Hillwood
of the rock, inside a broken antenna

[Verse 4:
I throw my set rounds, I at ups and downs
Anybody plays it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the side, and I'm all about mine
Money paper stack it up, I gotta count mine
I...
Was raised in a home, the groceries gone
snorting coke to the dome, but hold the foam
She left alone, I'm slowly grown
And learned how to hold the chrome, My is gone
Fuck broke! C'mon
I'm take ya to the spot where the homies roam
We surely don't, take no shit from
So don't on nobody, get a clip in to body huh
This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in
We with our religion, where I'm leaving
We been a victim, see we ain't suspect here
We leaving proof, that there ain't no justice here
My

[Verse 5: Luciano]
Came to it huh!
Look up in the sky, is it a or a plane?
Naw Superman is here to save the damn day
Fly than a pelican, leanin' of
Johnny pay checks slash made Mexican
Theres my introduction, now let me stunnin'
Blue and yellow diamonds on teeth, I'm bubblin'
Up like crack, Luck back
Wreckin' all this mics got my money on
Hold up, come dust me off pass me the (puffing sounds) aight
Now mix me up some zip but baby don't put too much
I'ma tip stacka, swang a big
Watchin' Milonakis in my den on big plasma
to Henne and that strip club shit
Tell them hoes of the I'ma pimp you dumb bitch!
Send to and get a check
Turn up deck, this dope
We iced up and priced up, and crawling in

6: Powda]
Seven twenty fo' I be sacking digits
Cause I'ma hustle I die and I'm in it to win it
Making my paper independent, got years in it
Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we
Man it's a dirty but yet I shine so clean
Nigga ever you need and puff, now holla at me
Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this
I got a service for you hoes, watch me disperse it
And I be hurtin 'em when I up in a big body
be following me, stalking like the paparazzi
So fuck a they just mad, they can't shine like me
I got the fifteens, ten reclined on screens
And I'm a fine piece, I be sharp as a crease
Quick to get it poppin', like in hot grease
And it ain't nothing new, it's just the same old
Another day, dollar, another case to catch

[Verse 7:
Philly to South met him at Hillwood
Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still
me in the hustle town
I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle
If a Jane user
Throw your hands in the air on this SPM is the producer
With the laws on the roof
Drop the flows in the
And drop the top on the
no stoppin' the dude
My team making
Got 'em screaming Dope up in Germany
number one soldado
Puffin' on an
my foot up on the throttle
And a bottle of the Bourbon I swerve in the low-low
Solo, fo sho', homies gettin' dough
Sleeping is for on the block like block
Throw your up, throw your hood up
Let it drop!

8: Grimm]
A Cadillac driver, up and down the slab
Cousin, man is nothing but in my gas tank
Tippin' on the lane, chuggin' on some top flight
Grindin', shinnin', blindin' a spot light
Swangin' on them cops like Cuttie Graimmie
Yeah they might want us, but they won't get me
Now I'm doing ninety, all gas no
with your boy, get your punk ass whole face
Drop you a dope case, faster than a pony kick
Nigga beat your feet, kick some rocks with that homie
Most the time we clips
we holding chips
Hittin' scores, doors
Pimpin' whores, whips
So we dip skunk and we to them Screw tapes
Pistol in the line, money in the suit case
it in a cool place
Everything is
is for streets, cause my hood is my family

[Verse 9:
You can call me Mr. Break-a- Brick, a trip
Tape a thousand to the bumper, Man and make it flip
I'm an veteran, pedal to the max
I see the for my stash, my Bereta on my lap
Cause I'ma street hustler, thousand miles just this summer
Ever the first day of June, napping on a cama
Got that Boomerang glow, once I it in the pot
Is coming right back I promise, dawg I'm up the spot
Listen, is me I got a million dollar corner
Feds tap my house and they still out of order
I'm the son of a man, momma knows I'm thuggin'
And I should of been a chef the way I crack up your oven met
Teachers taught us just say no, I had to hustle
Even I stayed broke, didn't want to struggle so
Buy half and ball, hit the block runnin'
Though the world was mine, till I saw the cops
And too late

10: Low-G]
My homie died and the cops it drug related
I was right there when his mother fainted
And I felt trapped, cause I know I gotta choose
I grabbed my and made that bitch loose weight
Since eighty-eight with a nick in my tube
I been a G since you was to do the moonwalk
I'm from a place that they Honduras
Nothing fake about my life except my car
Bullet proof vest, my sense stress
Nothing positive about me, except my piss
I up in a house full of empty stomachs
While other was at Mcdonald's getting twenty nuggets
And I'm known all the ghettos
Boy you think the fuckin' law, so don't my huevos
My chrome spits and I know to chase hoe
Nate at the club dancing with a sticks

Throw hood up
All my G's rep...

[Pain interrupts

[Bridge Pain & Cee]
Carolyn!
[Cee:] Yeah
[Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the
[Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the
Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family
[Cee:] What you everybody? What about mine?
[Pain:] Girl you know how to rap
Jaime, you got me fucked up!
[Pain:] Okay I'll let you try, but if Los doesn't like it I to take you off
[Cee:] Just tell me to come in
Right... right... now

[Verse 11: Rodriguez]
I ain't gonna lie House till I die
With my niggaz in the studio, chillin' getting
up sweets, breakin' this beat
Sippin' on and its slurin up my speech
Comin' out the H, where they bake
I ain't talkin bout the kind that your momma
I a little space, Texas is the place
Ya tu sabes homes, I'ma my race
New to the scene, but not to the
Blowin' purple skunk and its fuckin' my brain
Tryin' to change, up to the ceiling
Looking out the window neighborhood killin'
will they chill? I don't really know
Keeping my mind on a six O
Rims dripped in chrome, and dripped in paint
can't stop like a car with no brakes
Okay!

Man you wrecked!
[Cee:] I you foo