Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

Yeah, comin' out that Pyrex pot
Air Force 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, it's the new king of
And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding
Maybe it's how I that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I ya boy Curtis bitch, with my tongue
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
up? The dope boys

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

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

So that coke, white 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
Only birds and Nextels 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
Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem

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

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

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

I'm back, the dope in the building
Yeah, what's up? The dope
Nigga, up? The dope 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 dope
The dope
Yeah, up? What's up?
Hahaha, yeah, the king is