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 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 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
for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace

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

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

I'll put a whole in head, 'cause I hold bread
And my Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin' a pound, he ain't 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 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 fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

I get it poppin' on the like a b-boy
If you cop a of rocks you get a free boy
You could take a of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take I got, a stick 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
Coke by the key boy, got and the E boy

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

But all that pretendin' gon' eventually
And the gonna eventually pop
'Cause all the real thugs in the box or the oxe
VIP like a penetentary block

But now I'm 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 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 fresh yes, I'm yes

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

I ain't playin' with them niggaz that be 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 lil' man feelin' the dutch while I in the cut

On my lean, chicks my stance
Chinese print on the jeans, chicks my pants
And I got the steel in my pants, grind on me
I can't I got the nine on me

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

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 fresh yes, I'm yes

in the club in my b-boy stance
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