Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

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, 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 smell a pair of Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of 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, it's a throwback,
f**k a Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, 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, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Boys.
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.
What's up? The Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
The Dope Boys in the building.

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You couldn't smell that comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit that is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash 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.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice 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 stomach and UHH!!!

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

3

So roll that coke carpet to the hood.
the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the skinny die.
Only birds and Nextels 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 money ain't 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.
What's up? The Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
I'm back! The Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. what's up? The Dope Boys.
what's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
a wrap! The Dope Boys in the building.

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

The Boys, The Dope Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!