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 Guame on forehead.
Yeah, it's the new of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I pour Patron,
it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write 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 window "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, 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, up? The Dope 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.
What's up? The Dope in the building.
What's up? The Dope Boys. up? The Dope Boys.
Yeah? The Boys in the building.

2

You couldn't that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims I'm sittin' on.
Them high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit that is on.
Disturbing the peace if my missing stones.
Yeah, count work like a paycheck,
couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss touch work if it ain't taped 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.
her my inner-condom 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 Boys. What's 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 Boys in the building.
New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Boys.
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Detroit, What's up? ATL, what's up? The Boys.
MIA up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, up?

3

So roll coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and Dickies.
I'm from the city where the niggas 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 the music when the Champagne pouring.
And the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you 'em...

The Dope 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. Nigga what's up? The Boys.
Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope in the building.
Tell 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys.
It's a wrap! The Dope in the building.

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

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!