Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

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

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

Maybe it's how I write shit 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 his window 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, baking soda, nigga hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, to cook crack

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

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

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

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

Yeah, count that work like a
Niggas couldn't The Game in a tape-deck
A boss touch work 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 Shawna and have her
her my inner-condom and have her sprung
And put it all in her and just, uh

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

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

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

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

So roll that coke, white to the hood
It's the dope 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 chirp 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
From LA to Uptown Harlem

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

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
I'm back, The dope

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

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