Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' out that Pyrex pot,
Air Force 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, it's the new of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a ring.
Maybe it's how I that Patron,
it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe how I write shit when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of jobs, bitch leave me alone.
And Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, to cook crack.

The Dope in the building.
up? The Dope 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.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
up? The Dope Boys. What's 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 the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash stones.
Yeah, that work like a paycheck,
niggas couldn't The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I 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 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 Dope Boys. What's up? The Boys.
up? The Dope Boys in the building.
New York, up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
Chi-Town What's up? The Boys in the building.
Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Boys.
MIA what's up? The Dope in the building.
Yeah, up?

3

So roll that white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope reunion, the dress code's strictly,
tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the niggas die.
Only 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 LA to Uptown Harlem.
And D-Boy money rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the when the Champagne pouring.
And the glasses high,
and a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em...

The Boys 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. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
I'm back! The Dope in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. what's up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope 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 Boys, The Dope Boys.
The Boys in the building.

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!