Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, count work like a paycheck
Niggas couldn't 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 and have her sprung
her my inner-condom and have 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 boys
What's up? The dope

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

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

And we ride for the 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 Uptown

And D-Boy money rain and it's stormin'
So stop the music when the Champagne
And them glasses high, yeah
And when a nigga ask you, why? You 'em

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

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

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

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

The boys
The dope
The dope boys in the

The boys
The dope
Yeah, what's up? up?
Hahaha, yeah, the king is