Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' fresh out that pot,
black Air 2's and the White Sox...
on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on forehead.
Yeah, the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm a wedding ring.
Maybe 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, leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to up a phone,
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 stone fat.
Get a jar, some soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my kitchen, time to cook crack.

The Boys in the building.
What's up? The Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope in the building.
up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
Yeah? The Boys in the building.

2

You couldn't smell that comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, that work like a paycheck,
niggas couldn't play The in a tapedeck.
A boss never work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice sex,
and I take ya boy Curtis with my tongue,
lick lick lick like Shawna and her sprung.
Show her my inner-condom and her sprung,
and put it all in her and just UHH!!!

What's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Boys.
What's up? The Dope in the building.
New York, up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Boys.
MIA what's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, up?

3

So that coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the skinny die.
Only birds and Nextels in the sky.
And we for the letters on our fitted cap,
hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
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 the high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you 'em...

The Dope in the building.
up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
I'm back! The Dope in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
It's a wrap! The Dope in the building.

The Dope Boys, The Boys.
The Dope in the building.

The Boys, The Dope Boys.

Yeah, up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!