Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

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

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 pair of Cologne

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

the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the at
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to crack

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I take ya boy Curtis bitch, with my
Lick, lick, lick like Shawna and her sprung
Show her my inner-condom and her sprung
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 dope

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

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

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

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

And we for the letters on our fitted cap
Niggas, hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it
for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas
From Downtown LA to Harlem

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

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

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

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

The boys in the building
'em I'm back, the dope boys
Cause I'm back, the dope
a wrap, The dope boys in the building

The dope
The dope
The boys in the building

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