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, the new king of everything,
and don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe how I pour that Patron,
maybe it's how I 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 tell Dr. Dre to up a phone,
before I climb through his like "Nigga I'm Home".
the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
f**k a Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, baking soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my kitchen, time to cook crack.

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

2

You couldn't smell that crack out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work a paycheck,
niggas couldn't play The in a tapedeck.
A boss never work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I safe sex,
and I take ya boy Curtis bitch my tongue,
lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung.
her my inner-condom 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 Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope in the building.
New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Boys, The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope 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 Boys reunion, the dress 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 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 money rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music the Champagne pouring.
And the glasses high,
and when a ask you why, you tell 'em...

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

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

The Boys, The Dope Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!