Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

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

Okay, I walk with a 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 that bag full of green 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, round it
Got her for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, under stress
Yeah, I understand, your girl over, I'm so
Yeah, and she tryna fuck me raw,
But if I don't that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got money bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't
They all too cause I ain't cheap
Famous, Aura Gold is my I-N-C
And I put everything in motion I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you could the gun on with us
I got this freak to 3rd base, she run home with us
And I got comma on on comma on comma, on comma
And I ain't talking no run on sentence
Yeah, nigga hot so I need that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head that bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy like my nigga Meek
On my way to millis
drafting up the deep deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich
When I did it big, bitch, I that ain't big enough
Pres, who you diggin up?
Who that nigga that you hating on, but can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little

I'm like Madoff when I made off, on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, stash is short like 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 walk in hype "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the
You ballin'? Nah, you a faker, you prolly a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked your 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', I pretend?
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 ball when she
My from Harlem and Philly all get it in
bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard the Lakers
You ballin'? Nah you a faker, you prolly catchin' a
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 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 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 bitch
her a first class ticket to put the dick in her