Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My on with my gun in my pants

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

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

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

I'm to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to
I'm the best for real, I was with skill
The FS in my still

I'm a threat for real, I at niggaz necks for real
Tryin' build my success got me for real
gain my respect 'cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just high

If it wasn't for drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra
I get some lip, just expect to die

I'll put a in your head, 'cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me
And I stay man I got my gat on me now

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

I said I'm in the club 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 get it poppin' on the block like a
If you cop a of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a couple of and get a key loy
If you try to what I got, a stick me boy

See boy, fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a 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 take the over
Life's a war, we was to be soldiers
I sat back for and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be Big, to be Pac, pretend to be hot

But all pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs eventually pop
all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a penetentary

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

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

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

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

On my lean, chicks my stance
print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, grind on me
I can't dance I got the on me

Heckler and Koch mami fresh from the box
Got your panani wet I'm fresh to the socks 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 hoodie on with my gun in my
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 hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

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