Luyện nghe bài hát My Boy

Count me in,
here?
Nah, I'm
Yeah, bounce,
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, here

Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
since day one
Ain't no time to up
Ain't no time for hoe
Like baby, to a cup
Thank you for services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to your armour and your women penetrated
I give her back, I her
Poof, get here

I say congratulations, your old renovated
You lazy, my boy
Why you hatin', my
You bought her Commes des
She come and play your heart
I'm far from a popular
One of the hardest, no
And I saw your woman, I her low like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you
I got my up

In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Brothers
Since day one, Folarin the same one
I came up in them most of them was afraid of
Now mo', say that
Now kill mo', say
But when wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack
Don't be talking too
These niggas copy too

These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout be tough
it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your family's up
I'm
I'm
These niggas don't be no gangster, be playing it
Extortion ain't dead, it moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you the problem
I know every who and who and every who I'm around
And what you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a
Hold up,

I'm in my luggage, in my luggage, up, boy
I'm on the runway like I'm Duckie, up
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain't 'bout to up?

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who gon' my crown to me?
And who try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
going down, it ain't no catching up to me
Yes, in the building with my vibe on a million
on the beat like my God, I'm so brilliant
All other rappers, put pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn mob into corn on the cob
You's a fraud, a thorn in my side
I'm a knife in back, I'm that turn of the knob
When the boy from the come rob you
And tie you up to
Now, stop all that frontin'

That big money talk should be for those that got it
But you really got it, you ain't pressed to talk about it
That's why I hear that capping on raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I'm 'bout to get all the way the up out it
No if's, and's or about it
30 on a deal depending on how the tour was routed
I seen watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used to fugazi shit, fake it you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with tips
No holler backs, just how to

I got a black to make sure every dirty stacked
Y'all aiming for the stars, bitch I'm at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is
I will bury you niggas and and air out your funeral
Have your on stretchers right next to Roman numerals

IV's, IV's, it's the why nobody try me, try me
a nigga screaming, "Lord, why me? Why me?"
Cole did me
He took it too far, he treat bullets like they Siamese
to back, I clap like that's a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting troops in
boxes
I blew a million on tees and Calvin Klein boxers
This nigga

My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy,
my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

Who bring the crown?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won' try to fuck me?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don't play around, got that type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches going down, it catching up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon' my crown to me?

And who won' try to fuck me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't play around, ain't got type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me
Who gon' my crown to me?

And who won' try to fuck me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I don't around, ain't got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain't up to me

Who gon' bring my to me?
And who won' try to fuck me?
Faded off the brown, she can't get of me
I play around, ain't got that type of luxury
going down, it ain't catching up to me