Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

[Kendrick
about it make 'em talk about it
Life to me is currensy i got it
And your to me is lifeless like its livin' on life support
I license in my wallet
Lightest boy with the heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park ego next to me and violence
Next to me is no one, no one, no one
And i must of won that anybody who had it
Or better yet it
Mac in the back of a lac a mac in the back of a lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back a pump in back
he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the
your are mentioning talent
And im back in the back of the block a cop
That wanna cop allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts
boy you fucked up twice you fucked consider you drownin'
Die in the lake on a date with a catfish backflip head first
C-Cry in the of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches TDE business bitch
[Ace
Ok nigga in the Mayby
And im probably Baby
Dont talk fuck you pay me
Intercept your like Baylee
Ok big on this side
100 grand for my bitch ride
a new safe money gettin' to high
Dead presidents all in my
Boy i swear this be swaggin
And I'm lavish
Might pop me an Aston on 'em
Anything i i own 'em
Bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put pound game on her
it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid two shows a day
My role gold no time to
it do bird my fuckin' brother
Keep pistol by me like my lovely mama
Hot as the cold as the winter
on them ?
I heard that they my timber
Young nigga got a lot of
Any nigga that don't believe me i make it easy easy out of control

(Intro) Just like boy
Death bitches honor
You me
Dedicated fully loaded
Box of choppers
Hand on the
gangster get it how we get it
Third world soldier rider
Milli two
Hundred on the counter
Hand rug nigga
on the bugatti
Crystal Vuitton
for my models
Higher bugatti nigga
Fishin' on fish
Low divin' for hunneds
Strapped up makin
than i been before
Higher we've ever been shinin' on them 24's
Jr time hoe on the grind hoe while you doin time hoe
[Mack
(Intro) you
The time is money and money still was made
8 months ain't stop nuthin
It's like jail is third and my lil' nigga still came home you undertsand yea
I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in their diapers
That's why the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from up in crazy cyphers
Man i so happy my lil brother home from Rykers
Shout out to BP, Flo, and Vel boy
My Lucifer i spit hell boi
My numb ain't no pain i can"t withstand
And i hold my niggas down a kickstand
Get off my nuts Stop Actin like a fam
Lil nigga finish grow your own dick damn
I went from watchin time fly on red porch
To cruzin through the streets in in a red porch
Me and stunna fly we should join the air
Stand up niggas what the fuck you brought them for
I went from makin money from people with crack
To thankin god im in a whole 'nother tax record