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 time for hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
Be sure to your armour and your women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get outta

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

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Brothers
Since day one, Folarin the same one
I came up in them gogos most of them was of
Now kill mo', say
Now mo', say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you gotta say jack
Don't be too much
These niggas too much

These cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my and raise your family's 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 won't the
I know every who and who and every who I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I a picture for a bounty
up, yeah

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the runway I'm Duckie, hold up
So tell me, who did it 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 with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like my God, I'm so
All other rappers, put your pride to the
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into on the cob
You's a fraud, a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in back, I'm that turn of the knob
When the boy from the corner rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop with all frontin'

That big money should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain't to talk about 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, or but's about it
30 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it you make it type
I shoot you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, just how to

I got a black to make sure every dirty stacked
Y'all for the stars, bitch I'm aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to me is spiritual
I will bury you niggas and come and air out funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right 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 like Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just and boots putting your troops in
Pine
I blew a million on white and Calvin 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 gon' bring the
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
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches 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 try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches down, it ain't catching up to me
Who bring my crown to me?

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

Who gon' my crown to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, ain't got that of luxury
going down, it ain't catching up to me