Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, Lord mercy
All that champagne, these thirsty
Verserchy, no hold up, I Versace
I prolly up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali, out in the valley
on something drowsey
Bitches twerkin' like
Twerk, twerk for a nigga sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a
I on that trill shit, way back
North Philly nigga, but I'm back
Get shot in your drivin' your Maybach
Homey D know I don't play that
dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to thirty
Call your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a
Try to school me, I'm getting out early
Dope dealer, Puma life, of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm
All karats like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
to put it, on my jacket
What you I'm doin' fashion

Okay, I walk with a and I talk with a slur
I might wear every chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get single drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap, but you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of like I lawn mow it
John Doe and all Doe it
And I it G, yeah, I ground floor it
And I'm pound
If her pussy good I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so
Yeah, and she tryna me raw, unprotect
But if I don't that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't
Finally Famous, Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home us
And I got comma on comma on on comma, on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on
Yeah, hot headed so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to millis
Lawyer up the deep deep dealies
I got rich that ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that that you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

I'm like Madoff when I off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your is short like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause fake, dog
You never no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get and take off
We got your bitch in a big house, she in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', I pretend?
say fake it 'til you make it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch with fake titties, ass, she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like a when she bends
My niggas from Harlem and all get it in
Your bitch come and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly a fader
Come get with the Dreamchasers, we hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your and your neighbor

What she do? She, just, put heart under my pic nigga
my bitch nigga
Bought her a first ticket to put the dick in her