Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

Yeah, comin' out that Pyrex pot
Black Air 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 wedding
Maybe it's how I pour that
it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I take ya boy Curtis bitch, my tongue
Lick, lick, lick Shawna and have her sprung
her my inner-condom and have her sprung
And put it all in her and just, uh

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

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

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

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

So roll that coke, white carpet to the
the dope boys reunion, the dress code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1's and some
I'm from the where the skinny niggas die
birds and Nextels 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 Downtown LA to Harlem

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

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

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, up? The dope boys
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
It's a wrap, The boys in the building

The dope
The boys
The dope in the building

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