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 to get my drink on, on this one
go

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

I'm fresh to death, to impress
Fresh for real, dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed skill
The FS in my necklace

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

If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be shy
Knowin' if I throw them slugs you gon'
F' the shit, get an extra 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
Clappin' a pound, he ain't me down
And I strapped man I got my gat on me now

I'm chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
My hoodie on my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm 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 yes, I'm fresh 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 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 over
Life's a war, we was meant to be
I sat back for years and watched rap cats 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
all the real thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' a penetentary block

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

Okay, I'm to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' up
on how I'm feelin' 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 they tough
I a killa but you still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the 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 dance I got the nine on me

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

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

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