Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em talk it
Life to me is currency, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and
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
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
And I'm in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the of the block 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 fuck boy you fucked up twice 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 pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new money getting 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
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't
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 time to
it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
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

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than nigga, fishing on the fish scales
diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

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

4: Mack Maine]
Im the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My numb, aint no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own 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 brought chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack
To God Im in a whole nother tax bracket