Luyện nghe bài hát B Boyz

Verse 1: Kendrick
Talk about it, make em about 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 part or parallel your ego next 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 a mac in the back of a 'Lac
a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop cop anybody's allowance
on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns guts fuck boy you fucked up twice you fucked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date 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 business

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 grand for the whip my drive
Need a new safe getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
Keep that pistol by me my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the
Stay on them charts, I heard they plotting my timber
nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy out of control

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

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

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