Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All ass, Lord have mercy
All that champagne, these thirsty
Verserchy, no up, I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto Cavalli
on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on drowsey
Bitches twerkin' like
Twerk, twerk for a real sellin' work
I won't tell a word
I been on that trill shit, way
Philly nigga, but I'm laid back
Get shot in your head drivin' your
Homey D Clown know I play that
dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty
Call your dog, I call my dawg and buy a birdy
Try to me, I'm getting out here early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer
Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm
All these like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it, on my
What you doin? I'm doin'

Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk a slur
I might every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every drink and mix it up til I blur
I the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of green like I mow it
John Doe and all Doe it
And I it G, yeah, I ground floor it
And I'm pound
If her pussy good then I one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so
Yeah, and she fuck me raw, unprotect
But if I don't have that on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Gold is my I-N-C
And I put in motion like I-N-G
And when we private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she run home with us
And I got comma on on comma on comma, on comma
And I talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head that bitch is reppin' Philly
And I in that pussy like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to millis
drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big
Pres, who you diggin up?
Who that nigga you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little

I'm like when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, stash is short like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the talk cause you're fake, dog
You never no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and off
We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly a fader
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I
They say it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
Them titties'll fall like a ball when she bends
My niggas from and Philly all get it in
Your bitch come and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a
Come get the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor

What she do? She, just, put heart eyes my pic nigga
That's my nigga
Bought her a class ticket to put the dick in her