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 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,
maybe it's how I smell a pair of Cologne.
Maybe it's how I 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,
I climb through his window like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the 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 kitchen, time to cook crack.

The Dope 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. What's up? The Boys.
up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Boys. What's 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 couldn't smell that 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 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 never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
how you get f**ked, I practice safe sex,
and I ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue,
lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung.
Show her my inner-condom and her sprung,
and put it all in her stomach and UHH!!!

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

3

So roll that white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city where the niggas die.
Only birds and 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 hold the high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you '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, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Boys.
I'm back! The Dope in the building.
Yeah, up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker what's up? The Dope in the building.
Tell 'em I'm back! The Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys.
It's a wrap! The Dope in the building.

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

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, what's up? up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!