Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
about it, make em talk 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, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park 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 with 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 with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we on stylin'
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
I drive 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 paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me like my momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

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

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

4: Mack Maine]
Im from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers
why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so my lil brother came home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red
To cruising through the of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket