Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' out that Pyrex pot,
black Air 2's and the White Sox...
on my forehead, try me, go head.
I'll out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead.
Yeah, the new king of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm a wedding ring.
Maybe how I pour that Patron,
maybe how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit I'm in the zone,
and I'm of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to up a phone,
before I climb through his window "Nigga I'm Home".
the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, to cook crack.

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

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You smell that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm on.
ain't high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The same shit that is on.
Disturbing the if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that like a paycheck,
couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch if it ain't 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.
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 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.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Boys, The Dope Boys.
Chi-Town What's up? The Dope 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 coke white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and Dickies.
I'm the city where the skinny niggas die.
birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our 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.
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. I'm back! The Boys.
I'm back! The Dope in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga up? The Dope 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.
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!