Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

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

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

Maybe 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 like Nigga, I'm Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So roll coke, white carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1's and some
I'm from the where the skinny niggas die
Only birds and Nextels 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 Harlem

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

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

What's up? The dope in the building
Yeah, what's up? The dope
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
Tell 'em I'm back, the boys
I'm back, the dope boys
It's a wrap, The dope boys in the

The boys
The dope
The dope in the building

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