Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Lamar]
Talk about it, make em about 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 with the biggest
Nigga play 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 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 off balance
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 wanna cop allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fuck boy you up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus we just pray we keep on
On you bitches TDE YMCMB bitch

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

[Verse 3:
Box of choppers, hand on the trigger
gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, rider
Militant minded, hundred on the counter
Hand Persian rug nigga, flame on the
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making
Fr-fresher I been before
Higher than we been, shining on them 24s
Junior time ho
On the grind ho, he doing time ho

Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money was made baby
Eight months aint stop nothing
Its like jail was third base and my lil nigga still came home, ya

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