Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk it, make em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet 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 with a pump 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 watch for the block or
And cut no cut more more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked 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 pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

2: Ace Hood]
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
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 fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I 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

3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for 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 time ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The is money and money still was made baby
Eight months stop nothing nigga
Its like was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the hood where bitches hold in they baby diapers
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I cant
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
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