Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, Lord have
All that champagne, these bitches
Verserchy, no up, I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto over
on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on drowsey
Bitches like Miley
Twerk, twerk for a real nigga sellin'
I won't tell a word
I on that trill shit, way back
Philly nigga, but I'm laid back
Get in your head drivin' your Maybach
Homey D Clown know I don't that
Sippin' dirty, riding dirty, I say hi to
your dog, I call my dawg and he'll buy a birdy
Try to school me, I'm getting out early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of soccer jersey
Mink draggin', tell I'm swaggin'
All these like I'm tryna lure in a rabbit
to put it, on my jacket
What you I'm doin' fashion

Okay, I walk a limp and I talk with a slur
I might every single chain and mix it up with my fur
I might get single drink and mix it up til I blur
I the bitch get on my lap, but don't you get on my nerves
I need that bag full of like I lawn mow it
Doe and all Sean Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I ground it
And I'm pound
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 over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she tryna me raw, unprotect
But if I don't have that rubber on it I feel
Yeah, and I got money bags my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I cheap
Finally Famous, Aura is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion like
And when we flyin' private you 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 on comma, on comma
And I ain't about no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need that Chings
Put my P up on her head like bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek
On my way to millis
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got rich decided ain't rich enough
When I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that nigga that you on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

I'm like Madoff when I off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your stash is like Adolf, Hitler
You lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog
You never no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys 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 hype "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I 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 'til you make it, well, let the fakin'
I got a bitch with titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly fall like a when she bends
My niggas from and Philly all get it in
Your bitch around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly a fader
Come get with the Dreamchasers, we hard like the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you 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 fucked girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your

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