Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' out that 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, it's the new of everything,
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a ring.
Maybe it's how I pour Patron,
maybe it's how I a pair of Silver Cologne.
it's 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 window "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the like OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
f**k a Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some soda, nigga hold that,
the is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.

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

2

You couldn't smell that crack comin' out 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 that is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash stones.
Yeah, count work like a paycheck,
niggas play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice sex,
and I take ya boy 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, 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, up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys.
Chi-Town What's up? The 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.
the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and Dickies.
I'm from the city the skinny niggas die.
Only birds and Nextels 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 LA to Uptown Harlem.
And D-Boy money ain't rain and stormin'.
So stop the music the Champagne pouring.
And the glasses 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 Boys. I'm back! The Dope 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.
It's a wrap! The Dope 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!