Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, Lord mercy
All that champagne, these bitches
Verserchy, no hold up, I meant
I prolly pull up Roberto over
on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on drowsey
Bitches twerkin' like
Twerk, twerk for a real nigga work
I won't tell a word
I been on that trill shit, way
North Philly nigga, but I'm back
Get shot in head drivin' your Maybach
Homey D Clown know I play that
Sippin' dirty, dirty, I say hi to thirty
Call dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy
Try to school me, I'm out here early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer
Mink draggin', tell I'm swaggin'
All these karats I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
Just to put it, on my
What you doin? I'm fashion

Okay, I with a limp and I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain and mix it up my fur
I get every single drink and mix it up til I blur
I tell the bitch get on my lap, but you get on my nerves
I need that bag of green like I lawn mow it
John Doe and all Doe it
And I it G, yeah, I ground floor it
And I'm blowin'
If her pussy good then I might one, two, three, four it
Got her for it
Yeah, overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw,
But if I don't have rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't
They all Goyard too I ain't cheap
Finally Famous, Aura Gold is my
And I put everything in like I-N-G
And we flyin' private you could bring the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she tryna run with us
And I got on comma on comma on comma, on comma
And I ain't talking about no run on
Yeah, nigga hot 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 Meek Milly
On my way to millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got rich that ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided that big enough
Pres, who you diggin up?
Who that nigga that you hating on, but just can't get
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

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

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