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 on your forehead.
Yeah, the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm a wedding ring.
it's how I pour that Patron,
maybe it's how I 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,
I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, to cook crack.

The Dope in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The 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 Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
up? The Dope Boys 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 comin' out that Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the that I'm sittin' on.
Them high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my missing stones.
Yeah, that work like 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 safe sex,
and I take ya boy bitch with my tongue,
lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung.
her my inner-condom and have her sprung,
and put it all in her and just UHH!!!

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

3

So roll coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress strictly,
white tee, Air 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the niggas die.
Only birds and 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 LA to Uptown Harlem.
And money ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the when the Champagne pouring.
And the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you 'em...

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

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

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!