Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' fresh out that pot,
black Air Force 2's and the Sox...
on my forehead, try me, go head.
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 ring.
Maybe how I pour 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 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 like OJ, it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me the stone fat.
Get a jar, some soda, nigga hold that,
the is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.

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

2

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

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

3

So that coke white carpet 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 city the skinny niggas die.
birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the on our fitted cap,
hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas,
from Downtown LA to Harlem.
And D-Boy money ain't rain and stormin'.
So the music when the Champagne pouring.
And hold the high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you 'em...

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

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

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!