Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

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

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

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

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

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 still

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

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

I'll put a whole in 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 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 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 yes, I'm fresh yes

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

See boy, tryin' fuck around me boy
wrist 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
a war, we was meant 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 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 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 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 yes, I'm fresh 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 know 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, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in the
And my lil' man the dutch while I chill in the cut

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