Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants

Yeah,
I'm ready to get my drink on, on one
go

Chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I'm fresh to death, dressed to
Fresh for real, dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with
The FS in my still

I'm a threat for real, I come at necks for real
build my success got me stressed for real
I'ma gain my respect 'cause I'm extra
And I'm extra fly, you just extra

If it for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw slugs you gon' testify
F' the shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just to die

I'll put a whole in your head, I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old
Clappin' a pound, he pattin' me down
And I stay man I got my gat on me now

I'm just chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I get it poppin' on the like a b-boy
If you cop a of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a me boy

See boy, tryin' fuck with me boy
Your wrist fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a G boy, get by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got and the E boy

Me boy, I'm 'bout to the industry over
Life's a war, we was meant to be
I sat for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be Big, to be Pac, pretend to be hot

But all that gon' eventually stop
And the slugs eventually pop
'Cause all the real thugs in the box or the oxe
VIP like a penetentary block

But now I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

Okay, I'm fresh to death like a million
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' be wheelin' the truck
Either way the still on my nuts, you know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't playin' with them niggaz be feelin' they tough
I ain't a but you still will get touched
I network, with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my lil' man the dutch while I chill in the cut

On my lean, stealin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my
And I got the in my pants, don't grind on me
I dance I got the nine on me

Heckler and mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet 'cause I'm fresh to the mami
from the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm her cum and I'm

Chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

Chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm in the club in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes