Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

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

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

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I before
Higher than we even been, shining on them
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

Ya know!
The time is and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in 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 I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,