Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

1

Yeah....
Comin' fresh out 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, the new king of everything,
and bitches say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring.
Maybe it's how I that Patron,
maybe it's how I smell a of Silver Cologne.
Maybe it's how I write when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of blow jobs, leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to up a phone,
before I climb through his like "Nigga I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock OJ, nigga it's a throwback,
f**k a Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to crack.

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

2

You couldn't smell that comin' out that motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't high beams, bitch my is on.
The same shit that is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash stones.
Yeah, that work like a paycheck,
niggas 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 bitch my tongue,
lick lick lick like 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 Boys in the building.
Yeah, what's up? The Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Boys in the building.
Yeah, What's up? The Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys.
What's up? The Dope in the building.
New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Boys.
Chi-Town 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 coke white to the hood.
It's the Dope reunion, the dress code's strictly,
tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies.
I'm from the city 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 LA to Uptown Harlem.
And D-Boy ain't rain and it's stormin'.
So stop the music the Champagne pouring.
And hold the high,
and a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em...

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

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

The Boys, The Dope Boys.

Yeah, up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah,

The is back!