Luyện nghe bài hát B-boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy
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 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 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, nigga dressed to
I'm the for real, I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace

I'm a threat for real, I come at niggaz for real
Tryin' my success 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, be extra shy
if I throw them slugs you gon' testify
F' the extra shit, get an extra
I get extra lip, just expect to die

I'll put a whole in your head, 'cause I hold
And my Johnny Cochran 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 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 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 get it on the block like a b-boy
If you cop a couple of rocks you get a boy
You could take a of shots and get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a me boy

See boy, fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch 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 to take the industry over
a war, we was meant to be soldiers
I sat back for years and watched rap cats to be Hova
to be Big, pretend to be Pac, pretend to be hot

But all pretendin' gon' eventually stop
And the slugs eventually pop
'Cause all the thugs in the box or the penatentary oxe
VIP lookin' like a 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 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 yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm yes

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

I ain't playin' with them niggaz be feelin' they tough
I a killa but you still will get touched
I network, with the hood, got the steel in the tuck
And my lil' man feelin' the while I chill in the cut

On my lean, chicks my stance
Chinese on the jeans, chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the in my pants, don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the on me

Heckler and mami fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet I'm fresh to the socks mami
from the block 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 b-boy
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 on with my gun in my pants
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes

Chillin' in the 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 fresh yes, I'm yes
I'm yes, I'm fresh yes