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
Black Air Force 2's and the 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 a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that
Maybe how I smell 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, leave me
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a
I climb through his window like 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, baking soda, nigga hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to crack

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

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

What's up? The boys in the building
Yeah, up? The dope boys
up? The dope 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 smell that crack
Comin' out motherfucking Porsche truck
I stop traffic with them rims that I'm on
Them high beams, bitch, my wrist is on
The same shit Ludacris is on
the peace if my stash missing stones

Yeah, count that work like a
couldn't play 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 take ya boy Curtis bitch, my tongue
Lick, lick, lick like and have her sprung
Show her my and have her sprung
And put it all in her and just, uh

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

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

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

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

So roll that coke, white to the hood
the dope boys reunion, the dress code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1's and some
I'm from the city where the skinny die
Only and Nextels 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 ain't rain and it's stormin'
So stop the music when the pouring
And hold them high, yeah
And when a nigga ask you, You tell 'em

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

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

The dope
The boys
The dope boys in the

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