Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, have mercy
All that champagne, these thirsty
Verserchy, no up, I meant Versace
I prolly up Roberto over Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali, out in the valley
on something drowsey
Bitches twerkin' like
Twerk, twerk for a nigga sellin' work
Promise I won't tell a
I been on that trill shit, way
North Philly nigga, but I'm laid
Get shot in your head drivin' your
D Clown know I don't play that
Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to
Call your dog, I call my and he'll buy a birdy
Try to me, I'm getting out here early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this jersey
Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm
All these karats like I'm tryna lure in a
Just to put it, on my
you doin? I'm doin' fashion

Okay, I walk with a limp and I with a slur
I might wear single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag of green like I lawn mow it
John Doe and all Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I ground it
And I'm pound
If her pussy good I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, under stress
Yeah, I understand, your over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she fuck me raw, unprotect
But if I don't have that on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, I ain't sleep
all Goyard too cause I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Aura Gold is my
And I put in motion like I-N-G
And when we private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she run home with us
And I got comma on comma on comma on comma, on
And I talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings
Put my P up on her head like that bitch is Philly
And I wheelie in that like my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich
When I did it big, bitch, I decided ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that nigga that you on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little

I'm like when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, stash is short like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk you're fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray
Me and in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off
We got your in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor
You Khloe don't know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', I pretend?
They say fake it you make it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a bitch fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
Them prolly fall like a ball when she bends
My from Harlem and Philly all get it in
Your bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

she do? She, just, put heart eyes under my pic nigga
That's my nigga
Bought her a class ticket to put the dick in her