Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants

Yeah,
I'm ready to get my on, on this one
go

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I'm fresh to death, dressed to
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to
I'm the for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my still

I'm a threat for real, I at niggaz necks for real
Tryin' build my success got me stressed for
I'ma my respect 'cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra

If it for them drugs, you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an clip
I get some extra lip, expect to die

I'll put a whole in head, 'cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Cochran old head
a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I strapped man I got my gat on me now

I'm just chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I said I'm in the club in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I get it poppin' on the block like a
If you cop a couple of you get a free boy
You could take a couple of and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a me boy

See boy, tryin' fuck around me boy
Your like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a G boy, get by the P boy
by the key boy, got dope and the E boy

Me boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry
a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be Big, pretend to be Pac, to be hot

But all pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the gonna eventually pop
'Cause all the thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' a penetentary block

But now I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

Okay, I'm to death like a million bucks
My got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm might be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts, you what I'm sayin'?

I ain't playin' with them that be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you will get touched
I network, with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut

On my lean, chicks my stance
print on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the in my pants, don't grind on me
I dance I got the nine on me

Heckler and mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet 'cause I'm fresh to the mami
Fresh the block mami, so I'm makin' it fun
See life a bitch, but I'm her cum and I'm

Chillin' in the in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

I I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes