Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em talk it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy the biggest heart
Nigga your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
With a latch on the of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G watch for the block or
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch
Need a new safe getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no to waste
What it do Berg, my brother
Keep that by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, as the winter
on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third soldier, suicide rider
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher than we even been, shining on 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months stop nothing nigga
It's jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

I'm from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
That's why when the babies grow up they be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother home from Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain't no pain I withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil' nigga finish puberty, ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I from making money from people with crack habits
To God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, amen