Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's
Iraq on the G watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My gold, no time to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
That's why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs
I went making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole tax bracket, amen