Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' fresh out 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, 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 how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write shit 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 his window like "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 soda, nigga hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, to cook crack.

The Dope in the building.
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.
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. 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 that crack comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm on.
Them high beams, bitch my wrist is on.
The shit that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work a paycheck,
couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice sex,
and I ya boy Curtis bitch 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 Dope 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. up? The Dope Boys.
up? The Dope Boys in the building.
New York, up? LA, what's 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 up? The Dope Boys in the building.
Yeah, up?

3

So roll that coke carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the code's strictly,
tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city the skinny niggas die.
Only birds and Nextels in the sky.
And we for the letters 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 ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music when the pouring.
And the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you 'em...

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

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

The Dope Boys, The Boys.

Yeah, up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!