Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

Yeah, can't stop, can't stop,
Whats up? up?
Whats up? up?

Yeah, comin' fresh out Pyrex pot
Black Air 2's and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go
I'll bring out the dots, put Guame on your forehead

Yeah, the new king of everything
And bitches don't say no to me, I'm a wedding ring
Maybe how I pour that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell a of Silver Cologne

Maybe it's how I write when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a
Before I climb through his like Nigga, I'm Home

Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a
Fuck a Aston Martin, me where the stove at
Get a jar, some soda, nigga hold that
The is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack

The dope in the building
What's up? The dope
up? The dope boys

What's up? The dope boys in the
Yeah, what's up? The boys
up? The dope boys

What's up? The boys in the building
Yeah, up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope

What's up? The dope in the building
What's up? The dope
up? The dope boys
Yeah, the boys in the building

You couldn't smell crack
out that motherfucking Porsche truck
I traffic with them rims that I'm sittin' on
Them ain't high beams, bitch, my is on
The shit that Ludacris is on
Disturbing the if my stash missing stones

Yeah, count that work like a
Niggas play The Game in a tape-deck
A boss never touch work if it ain't yet
That's how you get fucked, I safe sex

And I take ya boy Curtis bitch, with my
Lick, lick, lick like Shawna and her sprung
Show her my inner-condom and have her
And put it all in her and just, uh

up? The dope boys in the building
What's up? The dope
What's up? The boys

up? The dope boys in the building
Yeah, what's up? The boys
up? The dope boys

What's up? The dope in the building
(New York, up?)
The dope
(LA, up?)
The boys
(Chi-Town, up?)

The boys in the building
Detroit, up?
(ATL, up?)
The boys
(MIA, up?)
The boys in the building
Yeah, up?

So roll that coke, carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1's and Dickies
I'm from the where the skinny niggas die
Only and Nextels chirp in the sky

And we ride for the letters on our cap
Niggas, hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it
That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the
From LA to Uptown Harlem

And D-Boy money ain't and it's stormin'
So stop the music when the Champagne
And hold them glasses high,
And when a ask you, why? You tell 'em

The dope boys in the
What's up? The dope
What's up? The boys

What's up? The dope boys in the
Yeah, what's up? The dope
I'm back, The boys

I'm back, the boys in the building
Yeah, up? The dope boys
Nigga, what's up? The boys
Motherfucker, up?

The dope boys in the
Tell 'em I'm back, the boys
Cause I'm back, the dope
It's a wrap, The dope boys in the

The boys
The boys
The boys in the building

The dope
The boys
Yeah, up? What's up?
Hahaha, yeah, the is back