Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' fresh out Pyrex pot,
black Air Force 2's and the Sox...
on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll bring out the dots, put Guame on your forehead.
Yeah, it's the new of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I that Patron,
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit I'm in the zone,
and I'm of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone.
And Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb his window like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the fat.
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 Dope Boys.
What's up? The Boys 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 Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
Yeah? The Dope in the building.

2

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

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

3

So roll that 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.
birds and Nextels chirp 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 money ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music when the 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 Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker what's up? The Boys in the building.
'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys.
It's a wrap! The Dope in the building.

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

The Boys, The Dope Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!