Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

Count me in,
Right
Nah, I'm
Yeah, bounce,
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
since day one
Ain't no time to up
Ain't no for that hoe
baby, word to a cup
Thank you for services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to your armour and your women penetrated
I her back, I hate her
Poof, get outta

I say congratulations, your old lady
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her Commes des
She come and play with heart
I'm far from a artist
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I her low like a Cardigan sweater
her whatever you want
I got my up

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly
day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them most of them was afraid of
Now kill mo', say
Now kill mo', say
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say
be talking too much
These copy too much

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your casualties up
I'm
I'm
These niggas be no gangster, they be playing it
ain't dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you the problem
I know every who and who and every who I'm around
And you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up,

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the runway I'm Duckie, hold up
So me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to slow up?

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' bring my to me?
And who won' try to fuck me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my on a million
Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so
All other rappers, put your to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob corn on the cob
You's a fraud, you's a thorn in my
I'm a knife in your back, I'm that turn of the
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, with all that frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk it
That's why I hear that on your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if's, and's or but's it
30 mill' on a deal on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it 'till you make it
I shoot through you crazy hollow tips
No backs, just how to raps

I got a black to make sure every dirty stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking black (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I will bury you and come and air out your funeral
Have your on stretchers right next to Roman numerals

IV's, IV's, it's the reason why try me, try me
a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat them bullets they Siamese
Back to back, I like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your in
boxes
I blew a million on white tees and Klein boxers
This silly

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who bring the crown?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won' try to fuck me?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
going down, it ain't catching up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon' my crown to me?

And who won' try to with me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me
Who bring my crown to me?

And who try to fuck with me?
off the brown, she can't get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me

Who bring my crown to me?
And who won' try to with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it catching up to me