Luyện nghe bài hát Harry Potter D.O.P.E.

1 T.I.]
(Go) Bricks up in a high pile
G-4 flying, No
Get it, whip it, give it to in the city
Hard, Soft, Girl, Boy Decisions,
All I can do is in-vision all this dough I gettin'
And just a day back a key was the mission
And now I'm weighing fish on a big scale
Hopin' I can evade the law and outta jail
My relative me work, I made it disappear
Like Harry Potter got that in the window seal
My cousin a brick
Listen here you bring my money back quick
And he like this
T.I. & Yung Booke]
T: Man, I can't even fit money in a rubberband
Right hand get tied I whip it wit my other hand
If I can't make brick jump back I bet my brother can
Off in my trap junkies like piranha man
Y: And if they ask we got the game proper
If the brick game
Make 'em we just call it Harry Potter
Got the whip proper
My clique aim
'em disappear we just call it Harry Potter, man
[Verse 2 Booke]
(Flya) drop, got Jays playing Sideline Telvin
Young boys got racks in the sideline clutchin'
G's on ya head now you a fan of the
We stiffer a statue, We seprano style whack ya
ringing, Its about to have a ticket calling
Get off of work, we all gone be joined in ballin'
Yeah, cause I'mma it til it lock
Set it out and let it dry and distribute it to the
I'm by big faces, I need guack
My only friends is God and snake cock
of my niggas hustlin' and the other got knocked
Many quit the game and the was in the box FLYA

[Verse 3
UGH You try me you disappear, we call it Potter
Just gotta ho, I her come sit on this Terry Carter
I get my like a bird I'm for the swan though
And I be fresh everyday, I'm non-spoke
I mix the coke with the water like I'm
I'm until I'm finished
I'm and independent
You is my apprentice
Ugh, A lot of haters my campaign to end
I fucked a nigga bitch and I champagned her
And I just another a fan, Im truly swag
If yo boyfriend get wrong, I'mma his ass
I'mma young boss playa, make a game holla
If this rap fall, I got my whip game proper, Spodee

[Verse 4 F.]
(Yeah) Black for you whack faggots
Y'all trash and its tragic
Look, I got what you lacking, I'm full attacking
With all this money I'm stacking, I'm on another and
If you ready for me, get it cracking
send ya ass packing
Jamaican
I got the power! keep wishing
Fuck with me and I leave ya missing
me Jah for I am sinning
Undefeated and I'mma winning
Some money like I won the lotto
it just in case like rocko
The greatest artist, should call me Picasso
Make you disappear like Potter cause I always keep my auto
My fist will leave you red and my will leave you dead
No but to follow
I'm all my bread, and I ain't frontin' I meant what I said
No I wasn't playing, Y'all killed Dolla so I dont who I'm slaying
You can keep hatin' I'm Bill Gatin'
Hope you what I'm saying

[Verse 5 Kid Shawty]
You gotta it with ya shoulda if you tryna get that rover
But that photo panamera be a lil' collet, yeah
The hop, skip, jumpin'
Gas, no air, I got my ma fuckers
Bricks, no rocks that's the ma fuck shit
And if you try to rob I make ya head do the
Finger delicious, check it lil' nigga got brickes
6 ???? for niggas ????
I the leather coat like a ma fucking Italian
Dookie Gold like the ma fucking medallion
Bird flappin' It's the home of the
They got me in the middle of the trap like
Whip transforming like the camaro
Blockin' the smokin the rellos