Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All that ass, Lord have
All that champagne, these bitches
Verserchy, no hold up, I meant
I prolly up Roberto over Cavalli
on Cali, prolly out in the valley
Sippin' on something
twerkin' like Miley
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 laid
Get shot in head drivin' your Maybach
Homey D Clown I don't play 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 early
Dope dealer, Puma life, back of this soccer
Mink draggin', tell PETA I'm
All these karats like I'm lure in a rabbit
to put it, on my jacket
What you doin? I'm fashion

Okay, I walk with a limp and I talk with a
I might every 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 full of green 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 one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, overthink, never under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so
Yeah, and she tryna me raw, unprotect
But if I don't that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't
Finally Famous, Aura is my I-N-C
And I put in motion like I-N-G
And when we private you could bring the gun on with us
I got freak to 3rd base, she tryna run home with us
And I got on comma on comma on comma, on comma
And I ain't talking no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I need Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like that is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy like my Meek Milly
On my way to meet
Lawyer drafting up the deep deep
I got rich that ain't rich enough
I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who that that you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, bitch

I'm like when I made off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your stash is short Adolf, Hitler
You should lay off on the gangsta talk cause fake, dog
You never pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no like Ray Charles
Me and Meek in the Maybach, we get Wale and off
We got your bitch in a big house, she 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 your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your
You thinkin' 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 '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 ball when she
My niggas 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 with the Dreamchasers, we ballin' like 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
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor
I'm at your house on the hill, I your girl and your neighbor

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