Luyện nghe bài hát Boys on Da Cut

First

I woke up quick, at two
Jumped in my benz, up dj screw
Boys out there, makin' them
Separate the real niggas from the
My boy just got out, did a ten
And he just can't stop bout that pen
My best friend, but destroys all men
Now he don't give a fuck about goin'
It all good, but I ain't missin' no money
I'm just a muthafucka and you can't take nothin' from me
once said they wanna see me dead
The week they found the boy with two holes in his head
I break with my killas in the h-tx
It's the sp-mex, in the all stretch
for my purity, pride, and security
A costs as much as one piece of my jewelry

'cause the boys on the cut give a fuck
You come talkin' that shit, your eyes get
Boys out there, that yay
Only pussy muthafuckas say that don't pay

(2x)

Second

The time has come, and the day is
Two one, is my muthafuckin' year
I come from the head, the boy named los
The one that got everybody on toes
up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck
No savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll have your fuckin' clique hollerin' "who kenny? "
For my gangsta bitch, I just met
She my dick, chuckin' up her set
I dance the wolves, this is for my hood
Got the world fiendin' for the dope I cut

(ayana m.):

Fire......
We on fire.......
We gone stop....
these boooooombs.....

(2x)

Third

I was twelve years old, when I did my first
And I don't think that bitch ever got her purse
fifteen rocks, I bought my first car
Cooked my batch of dope in a pickle jar
It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy
Got me sellin' this dope to on two legs
talkin' down, but I give two fucks
Step in my face, I put you in an tux
Layin' in a casket, as a rock
My lead, hit'cha head and it snap, crackle, and pop
Now how many times do I to tell ya?
All my life I've been a failure!
My flow, is so untouchable
I just got out the jail two months ago
Now I'm in the studio, just julio
In the city them bitches never won a super bowl
Man I can't stop, i'ma on droppin'
Seven of my bitches at the mall shoppin'
At the galleria, tell me have you seen
I a country singer and a houston ballerina
Plus a fine ass china, I used to be a
Now I bought my mom and dad a and a beamer
a mark in this game, ask ted indian
I don't give a 'cause every month I make a million