Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, em talk about it
to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is like 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 next to me and
to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or yet forgot it
in the back of a 'Lac with a mac in the back of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the
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 of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB business

[Verse 2: Ace
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead all in my Levis
Boy I this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, 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 pistol by me like my lovely
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my
Young nigga, got a lot of
Any don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3:
Box full of choppers, on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide
Militant minded, mill on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up mail
Fr-fresher than I been
Higher we even been, shining on them 24s
doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he time ho

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

[Verse 4: Maine]
Im from the where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers
Thats why when the grow up damn they be like us
I came a long from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man Im so happy my lil brother came home Rikers
out to BP, Thugga, Flow and [Fail Boy?]
My flow Lucifer, I hell boy
My heart numb, no pain I cant withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a fam
Lil nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick
I went from watching fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought chairs for?
I went from making money from with crack habits
To thanking God Im in a nother tax bracket