Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Boys

Yeah, stop, can't stop, yeah
Whats up? up?
up? Whats up?

Yeah, fresh out that Pyrex pot
Air Force 2's and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go
I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your

Yeah, it's the new king of
And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding
Maybe it's how I that Patron
Maybe it's how I 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
I climb through his window like Nigga, I'm Home

Runnin' the rock like OJ, it's a throwback
Fuck a Martin, show me where the stove at
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, to cook crack

The dope in the building
up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope

What's up? The dope boys in the
Yeah, up? The dope boys
What's up? The boys

What's up? The dope boys in the
Yeah, what's up? The boys
up? The dope boys

What's up? The boys in the building
What's up? The boys
What's up? The boys
Yeah, the dope in the building

You couldn't smell crack
Comin' out that Porsche truck
I stop traffic with them rims that I'm on
Them ain't beams, bitch, my wrist is on
The same that Ludacris is on
the peace if my stash missing stones

Yeah, count work like a paycheck
Niggas couldn't The Game in a tape-deck
A boss touch work if it ain't taped yet
That's how you get fucked, I practice sex

And I take ya boy bitch, with my tongue
Lick, lick, lick like and have her sprung
Show her my inner-condom and have her
And put it all in her and just, uh

up? The dope boys in the building
What's up? The dope
up? The dope boys

What's up? The boys in the building
Yeah, what's up? The boys
What's up? The dope

up? The dope boys in the building
(New York, up?)
The boys
(LA, up?)
The dope
(Chi-Town, up?)

The dope boys in the
Detroit, up?
(ATL, up?)
The dope
(MIA, up?)
The dope boys in the
Yeah, up?

So roll that coke, carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the dress strictly
White tee, Air 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
Niggas, hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it
for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas
From LA to Uptown Harlem

And D-Boy money ain't and it's stormin'
So stop the music when the Champagne
And hold them glasses high,
And when a nigga ask you, You tell 'em

The boys in the building
What's up? The boys
up? The dope boys

What's up? The dope boys in the
Yeah, what's up? The dope
I'm back, The boys

I'm back, the dope boys in the
Yeah, what's up? The dope
Nigga, what's up? The boys
Motherfucker, up?

The dope in the building
'em I'm back, the dope boys
Cause I'm back, the boys
It's a wrap, The boys in the building

The dope
The dope
The dope in the building

The dope
The boys
Yeah, up? What's up?
Hahaha, yeah, the king is