Luyện nghe bài hát B-Boyz

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

nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
Okay big money on 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 this nigga be swagging, and I'm lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't me, I make it look easy easy out of control

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

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

I'm from the hood where bitches coke in they baby diapers
That's why the babies grow up damn they 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, and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit boy
My numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting a bitch fam
Lil' nigga puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of in a red Porsche
Me and fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket,