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 polka dots, put on your forehead.
Yeah, the new king of everything,
and bitches say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I pour Patron,
maybe it's how I a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I shit when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of blow jobs, leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to up a phone,
before I climb through his window "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, hold that,
the world is my kitchen, time to cook crack.

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

2

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

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

3

So roll that white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and Dickies.
I'm from the city the skinny 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 Downtown LA to Harlem.
And D-Boy ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music when the pouring.
And hold the high,
and a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em...

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

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!