Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy
My hoodie on my gun in my pants

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

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 fresh yes, I'm yes

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

I'm fresh to death, dressed to
Fresh for real, dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed 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 gain my respect 'cause I'm real
And I'm fly, you just extra high

If it wasn't for them drugs, be extra shy
if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F' the shit, get an extra clip
I get extra lip, just expect to die

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

I'm just 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 fresh yes, I'm yes

I said I'm 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

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

See boy, tryin' around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a 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 the industry over
a war, we was meant to be soldiers
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 slugs gonna 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 stance
My hoodie on 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 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 lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might be the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts, you what I'm sayin'?

I ain't playin' with them niggaz that be they tough
I ain't a 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 stealin' my
Chinese print on the jeans, spillin' my pants
And I got the in my pants, don't 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 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 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 club in my b-boy
My on with 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 b-boy
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 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 fresh yes, I'm yes