Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet it
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

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

3: Birdman]
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher I been before
than we even been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

[Interlude: Mack
Ya know!
The is money and money still was made baby
Eight aint stop nothing nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood where bitches hold coke in they diapers
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so my lil brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I cant
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I from watching time fly on Earl 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 chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket