Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is like its livin' on life support
I everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel 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 better yet it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked you drownin'
Die in a with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you TDE YMCMB business bitch

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the my bitch drive
a new safe money getting too high, dead 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 gold, no time to waste
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 that they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, hand on the
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Persian rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, for my models
than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, up making mail
than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months aint stop nigga
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack
Im from the hood where hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the babies grow up damn be like us
I came a ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, and [Fail Boy?]
My Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, aint no pain I cant
And I hold my niggas down boy like a
Get off my nuts, acting like a bitch fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red
Me and Stunna fly, we should the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you them chairs for?
I went from making from people with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a whole nother tax