Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

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

Okay, I walk with a limp and I with a slur
I wear every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get every drink and mix it up til I blur
I the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves
I that bag full of green like I lawn mow it
Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I floor it
And I'm pound
If her pussy good I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, never under
Yeah, I understand, your over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw,
But if I have that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't
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 to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us
And I got comma on comma on comma on comma, on
And I talking about no run on sentence
Yeah, hot headed so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like that bitch is Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek
On my way to millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got decided that ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I that ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that nigga you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little

I'm like Madoff I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your stash is like Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk you're fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get and take off
We got your in a big house, she walk in hype like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly a fader
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
You thinkin' Khloe know me, I'm in the car dashin' haters
I'm in the Kardashian, get it? I'm lyin', can't I
They say fake it you make it, well, let the fakin' begin
I got a with 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
bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
Come get with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your and your neighbor
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I your girl and your neighbor
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor

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