Luyện nghe bài hát Young Boy Talk

(puffin) Uh huh

Uh
Look i'm the rawest, the mo'fuckin' animal
war? One phone call is how i handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy hate
i'm out in different states, politic, and gettin cake.
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets them doller signs.
Run with niggas holdin glocks like its columbine (pop, pop ,pop)
I'm a star, a choice hoe i gotta shine
Far as Pittsburg, i'm the so i gotta rhyme.
all the time ever since the 1st day
Now i'm gettin cake like every day my birthday
something like a earthquake, the way this drop
I be at the tip top with a big knot
You didn't know hoe you sit at home and watch
Less then haters, stone cold
lame's turn out to be investigators
No near comfortable need extra paper.

Got the on smash, the streets on lock
100 real niggas with their on cock
got my pockets on still need more gwap.
Plus the says they love to hear the young boy talk

Ay ay
The jeans spent a buck 45 on them
If He trick the team, buck on him.
When we hit the scene, the hoes just pile on him
You scrubs show them groupies love, i style on them.