Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
Hit a punk in the with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
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 considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
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 I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me my lovely 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 look easy out of control

Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The is money and money still was made baby
Eight months stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
That's why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,