Luyện nghe bài hát B Boy

All ass, Lord have mercy
All champagne, these bitches thirsty
Verserchy, no up, I meant Versace
I prolly pull up Roberto Cavalli
Puffin' on Cali, prolly out in the
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 your head drivin' your
Homey D Clown know I don't play
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, life, back of this soccer jersey
Mink draggin', PETA I'm swaggin'
All these karats like I'm lure in a rabbit
Just to put it, on my
What you doin? I'm doin'

Okay, I walk a limp and I talk with a slur
I might wear every single chain and mix it up my fur
I might get every single 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 like I lawn mow it
John Doe and all Doe it
And I keep it G, yeah, I ground it
And I'm pound
If her pussy good I might one, two, three, round four it
Got her for it
Yeah, nigga overthink, under stress
Yeah, I understand, girl over, I'm so unimpressed
Yeah, and she fuck me raw, unprotect
But if I have that rubber on it I feel underdressed
Yeah, and I got bags under my eyes, ho, cause I ain't sleep
They all Goyard too cause I ain't
Finally Famous, Aura is my I-N-C
And I put everything in like I-N-G
And when we flyin' private you could bring the gun on 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 talking about no run on
Yeah, nigga hot headed so I that Chings Chili
Put my P up on her head like bitch is reppin' Philly
And I wheelie in that pussy my nigga Meek Milly
On my way to meet
Lawyer drafting up the deep dealies
I got rich decided that ain't rich
I did it big, bitch, I decided that ain't big enough
Dead Pres, who you up?
Who nigga that you hating on, but just can't get enough?
Fuck, the jig is up, little

I'm like Madoff when I off, scheming on niggas' payoff
I never take a day off, your stash is short Adolf, Hitler
You lay off on the gangsta talk cause you're fake, dog
You pushed no yay, dawg, ain't see no keys like Ray Charles
Me and in the Maybach, we get Wale and take off
We got your bitch in a big house, she walk in like "Hey, Ross"
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the
You Nah, you a faker, you prolly catchin' 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 begin
I got a bitch fake titties, fake ass, she all in the Benz
Them titties'll prolly like a ball when she bends
My niggas Harlem and Philly all get it in
bitch come around and we fuckin' her and her friends
Get money, Dreamchasers, we ballin' hard like the
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 a fader
I'm at your house on the hill, I fucked girl and your neighbor
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at house on the hill, I fucked your girl and your neighbor
I'm at your on the hill, I fucked 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