Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn't smell crack
Comin' out that motherfucking Porsche
I stop traffic with rims that I'm sittin' on
Them high beams, bitch, my wrist is on
The same that Ludacris is on
Disturbing the if my stash missing 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
how you get fucked, I practice safe sex

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

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

The boys in the building
Detroit, up?
(ATL, up?)
The boys
(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 city the skinny niggas die
Only birds and 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 LA to Uptown Harlem

And D-Boy money rain and it's stormin'
So the music when the Champagne pouring
And hold them glasses high,
And when a nigga ask you, 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, up? The dope boys
I'm back, The boys

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

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

The boys
The boys
The boys in the building

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