Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

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

Yeah, it's the new king of
And bitches say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
Maybe how I pour that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver

Maybe it's how I shit when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of jobs, bitch, leave me alone
And Dr. Dre to pick 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, me where the stove at
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to crack

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, count that work a paycheck
Niggas play The Game in a tape-deck
A boss touch work if it ain't taped yet
how you get fucked, I practice safe sex

And I take ya boy bitch, with my tongue
Lick, lick, like Shawna 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 boys in the building
What's up? The boys
up? The dope boys

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

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

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

So roll that coke, carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the dress 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 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 the music when 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 boys in the
Yeah, what's up? The dope
I'm back, The boys

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

The dope
The boys
The dope in the building

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