Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego to me and violence
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the of a 'Lac
a latch on the back 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 when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block G for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish flip head first smilin'
in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
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 easy out of

Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for hundreds, strapped up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24's
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Ya know!
The time is and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing
It's like jail was third base and my lil' still came home, ya understand

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