Luyện nghe bài hát Dopeman

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to cut the top off the Porsche
Put a in the front
Better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that
I got a in them packs, got em right in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your head if you want
I got a guardian angel, yeaf she in the hood
And she pop up I touch the grain on the wood
I got a from Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles
Got a of an ass, this redbone is a devil
She me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future
10 on my feet, but thats something Im used to
I put my team on the map, you other niggas is
than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
Im in the beach foreign, Im in your bitch while you snoring
A million cash off the tour, then Im back in the
Im f-ckin sick of you niggas, Im to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the kitchen: a perfect prescription

Go prez, go prez, rolling in
I got Ringo Starr
Im slingin McCartney
Bitch Im in the kitchen with that Arm &
Whipping George Harrison, John
Dopeman! Dopeman!
bitch, Im the dopeman
Bitch Im in the kitchen that Arm & Hammer
George Harrison, John Lennon

Of I could get em
But do you know what to do em?
60 for the even if you cop a few of em
Talking about diesel: the root of all evil
You could use your nostrils, or you could use a
I need a more, and I want it pure
when somebody die off it
Then want it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that the hammers
Oxys got generic, switched it to old
When you give em a 9 or better they go
Make a dollars a month: thats what the plan was
Now to the morning shift
Cause need that morning sniff
Thousand bundles finished by 11, Im blowing spliffs
Show you how to get right, crib right, whip
Ten dollars a bag, but its 20 after
Pill man, man, stove man, coke man
You know who I am muthaf-cka: Im the

Cut the man off the middle, I it all off the top
Bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the
Im taking all of the profit, more of the product
Invest in killers and dealers to my company public
I got a thing for strippers
Got a in the mansion
ho, Marilyn Manson
This for all of my niggas time up in prison
For getting caught with the burner, you a riders ambition
Im bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to
Im bout a mic praying the Lord to forsake us
times I was broke, how it run in your pocket
Spend my on dope, then I tripled my profit
Now Im a multi-millionaire, off in the Lear
bitches on the private, than set off in the air

What you say
I said Ill yo dick!