Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my stance
My on with my gun in my pants

Yeah,
I'm ready to get my drink on, on 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 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'm fresh to death, dressed to
Fresh for real, dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was with skill
The FS in my necklace

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

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

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

I'm just 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

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

See boy, fuck around with me boy
Your wrist 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 industry
Life's a war, we was to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap pretend to be Hova
Pretend to be Big, to be Pac, pretend to be hot

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

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

I said I'm 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

Okay, I'm to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big and my ceilin' 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 killa but you still get touched
I network, sweatshirt the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my man feelin' the dutch while I chill in the cut

On my lean, stealin' my stance
Chinese 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 mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet 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 on with my gun in my pants
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 with my gun in my
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

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 yes, I'm fresh 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