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 drink on, on one
go

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My on with my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm 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, to impress
Fresh for real, nigga to kill
I'm the for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my still

I'm a threat for real, I come at necks for real
Tryin' build my success got me for real
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 them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra
I get extra lip, just 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 stay man I got my gat on me now

I'm just chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My hoodie on with my gun in my
I'm fresh yes, I'm 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 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 take a couple of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a me boy

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

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

But all that pretendin' eventually stop
And the slugs eventually pop
all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a penetentary

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

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

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

On my lean, chicks stealin' my
Chinese on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, don't on me
I can't I got the nine on me

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

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

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

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

I said 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