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, here

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
since day one
Ain't no to make up
no time for that hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my
Be sure to leave your and your women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get here

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

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

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be
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 don't be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion dead, it just moved to the county
them out the S-class, I guess you won't the problem
I know who and who and every who that I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a for a bounty
Hold up,

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the like 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' my crown to me?
And who won' try to with me?
Faded off the brown, she get enough of me
I don't play around, ain't got that of luxury
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put your pride to the
Try collide with the squad, turn mob into corn on the cob
a fraud, you's 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, with all that frontin'

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

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

IV's, IV's, it's the reason why try me, try me
Have a screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting troops in
boxes
I blew a million on white tees and Klein boxers
nigga 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 with 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 play around, got that 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 bring my crown to me?

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

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