Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

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

Yeah, comin' fresh out Pyrex pot
Black Air 2's and the White 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 don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
it's how I pour that Patron
Maybe how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne

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

Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a
Fuck a Aston Martin, 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 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
What's up? The dope

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So roll coke, white carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1's and Dickies
I'm from the city where the niggas die
Only birds and Nextels 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 D-Boy ain't rain and it's stormin'
So stop the music the Champagne pouring
And hold them high, yeah
And when a ask you, why? You tell 'em

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

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

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

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

The boys
The boys
The dope boys in the

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